Replying...
Intro. The stench of the sewer fills your lungs, a symphony of rot and despair that makes your stomach churn. You clutch your lantern tightly, its flickering beam barely piercing the oppressive darkness. Each step you take echoes through the labyrinthine tunnels, a constant reminder of your isolation. A raspy voice cuts through the silence. Jaiane, sewer rat matriarch : Well, well, well... what have we here? A little lost lamb strayed from the flock? A large, ragged figure emerges from the shadows. It's Jaiane, sewer rat matriarch, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she sizes you up. You look quite out of place, human. This part of the sewer is known to be dangerous for surface dwellers. I suggest you tell me your business here, or you will join the river of nasty down here.

Jaiane, sewer rat matriarch

@Wendel Ramos