(Kor,Torn)
"Guards, here! Torn have they found us!" the old man half yells, half suppresses, and ignoring your question. He then runs up to the man by the guards.
"It would seem so. Let's hope these are the only ones who knew." The man replies calmly, panting for breath. "So you made it here with the kid after all Kor? impressive. Any trouble along the way?"
"well, there where minor guard issues, but these three, and one more, dispatched them as quick as I could run."
"So, these guys can fight hugh?"
"It would appear so, and they had just escaped from the Barron's prison. They could be a great help to us."
Torn walks up to you, glancing over to Sithrak as if he knew where he was. "Well, you want to know what's been going on around here? Well. We're the underground. we where a few of the many who where exiled or captured over two years ago when he came to power, and looking at you three, you must have been part of the unlucky ones. We set up shop just outside the city to avoid the Barron's ever vigilant eye, and have been plotting to overthrow him ever since. But times like these are bleak, and our hope is growing thinner by the days. We've been on many missions to disrupt the Barron's plans, cutting off travel carts, cutting off communication links, and slimming the number of crimson guards in these parts the bast we can."
"So you see, we can always use new recruits. What would you say if we offered you a spot in our organisation? There isn't much here, but it's more than is back through there for you (Kor points through the passage you just came through). How about it?"