"First I want to go check up on the people that were caught up in the poison fog. They may have enough food and drink to survive but it's best they at least know things are going to be ok rather than let them sit and worry. It because of me they're there so it's my responsibility to make sure they make it out ok." You say. "It's on the way up north anyways."

"That may be the most sensible thing you've said all night." Tigress says though there is no hint of approval in her tone. You merely acknowledge for words for what they are and the two of you head off.

By the time you arrive at the remains of the Flying Dragon's hideout only faint traces of the poison cloud remained. Small puffs of poison rolled across the ground like dust in the wind barely coming above your ankles. You and Tigress wander the quiet streets on alert. Though you were told the area was clear, you weren't certain that there wasn't someone back here for revenge or to take advantage of the situation. Given the masked gang's preference for sneak attacks, it could be possible that they were setting up for another. You don't hear anything move or any one approach so you make your way towards the location of where you think the survivors are. The doors to the cellar are blocked, no doubt by Xin Lan, with two large crates that rested atop the door perhaps in an attempt to prevent others from getting it but it certainly wouldn't allow the people inside to get out.

You shove the crates aside and make your descent. Can hear the myriad sounds of whispers and movement long before you reach the bottom of the stone steps despite their attempts to keep quiet and still. As you make the final step off the stairs you tilt your head to the side to avoid a bottle of alcohol from striking you in the face. "Stop! It's him!" A voice calls out and the light of a torch being lit washes over you.

"Mister! Mister! It's you!" You hear a high pitched voice as the young boy runs over to give your leg a squeeze. "You found my mom! Just like you said you would!" They say excitedly. You give the boy an awkward pat on the head and nod.

"Is everyone alright?" You ask the large group before you. "Does anyone need medical attention?"

"What's going on?" A voice calls out.

"Is it over?" Another asks.

"Can we go home?"
"Are the guards here?"
"Why is this happening?"
"What are we going to do?"

As the questions and voices begin to panic around you, you raise your hands up for silence.

>What do you say?
>Tell the crowd to say here in the cellar. It's best that they remain hidden and the cellar is pretty defensible as shown by the shattered glass behind you.
>Say that you're going to escort the group back to the nearest station. They're already past capacity but it'd be safer for them there.
>Tell the group to start looking around for others and lead them back here. There might be others that need help or are lost among the chaos.
>Write in.