We came upon a wagon traveling the same road as us. We camped the night at a small pond together. In the morning we argued about traveling with them to the city. The elves wished to accompany the wagon. I believed we should push on because the wagon would just slow us down. The lizard and I decided to head on toward town on our own while the others stayed with the wagon. About mid-day The lizard and I found what looked to be an abandoned farmstead. Quickly we found out it was populated by large powerful creatures. It was with much shame that I had to run from the battle. We finally reached town. We stopped at an inn that was run by such a small being that did not understand how she was strong enough to keep dominance. The sorceress elf found the lizard and I. She said that the bird and Not-A-Healer had started down into the underground that collected the city’s excrement. We encountered some weird looking half men half rat creatures. Tho I struck some heavy blow they shrugged the off. It seems that magic only hurt them. It seems I must search for magic of my own to level the fighting field. Once the creatures were slain the sorceress crawled down one of the tunnels. She drug something along behind her. I was some sort of blanket filled with coins and a strange statue. The bird went crazy, grabbed the statue, and wrapped himself around it. We separated out the coins, this world seems to revolve around these coins. Each color having varying amounts. Maybe the more you have the more powerful you are.