Note to self: Don't pull thingies

Heya Tika, so let me tell you about my day. I wonder sometimes what I've gotten myself into. Actually, I wonder almost always what I've gotten myself into. This strange band is going to get me killed. But it is an adventure, and I told myself I wanted that, right?
 
The adventure in the sewers continues today,. Well you know that, you're here too. What am I saying?
 
I'm not quite clear on all the details, so much happens so quickly, but we ran into a small band of guards in a chamber within the sewers. The fishman tried to convince them he was just a humble pickpocket - by the way, apparently he can disguise himself as a human, did you know? Creepy. I wonder how many of his kind are walking among humans and can they don't even know it!
 
Someone followed us, though I'm not sure if they were also of the thieving sort. They fell foul of a trap and died, horrifically by the screams. We dispatched one of the thieving ones too, and the one who was disarmed claimed to be the doorguard of a wondrous thief city below. Seems a bit odd, who would live underground willingly? It is so dead here. The air is musty, and I miss the sky.
 
We ended up tying him up in a barrel along with his unconscious friend, and heading deeper. The passage led to a quite interesting, large chamber of marble. Quite marvelous by the standards of built architecture, though of course not as graceful as the forest. That damned High Elf found a lever and pulled it! Could've got us killed. Thank Thyrella it just teleported us to a strange cavern of blue moss, where we are now resting. I worry what tomorrow will bring, nothing good can come of a city of thieves. We are hardly an inconspicuous lot.