It wasn’t easy getting over the smell of the sewer, but even then Zhoralel kept going forward. Turning left into the sewers he noticed how he was against the current. Whatever they were here to do must be deeper inside and Zhoralel began to prepare himself for whatever came.
rolled 1d20 and got 9
Akeya follows Zhoralel's lead after the briefest of pauses to look toward the right where the sewer empties, taking in as much detail as she can about the dim space. She frowns, hidden by the wide collar of her robe, at the stains along the walls. Feeling uncomfortable in the sewer, she taps her wrist to her chest in a silent plea for watchfulness.
rolled 1d20 and got 16
Well lets restart it. I am not ready to give up on it yet