The crew had a trio of successes-with-consequences.
First, we happened upon a lynch mob, headed up by followers of Enato. They wanted to kill a fisherman because he did not display Enato’s emblem on his boat. With a quick ditty from the Songceror, nine tenths of them were hypnotized and we intimidated (or killed) the rest. We put out word that the fishermen were under our protection, and could come to us if they were harassed further by cultists.
Next, we returned to the sewers. With Nettie’s magical bell of opening, we cracked the sliding statue and acquired its precious treasures. On the way out of the crypt, we realized we had been surrounded by sewer crocodiles! They milled about, but were not immediately aggressive, so Nin worked her amiable-to-animals ability and won them over! Of course, we immediately used them as mounts and swam upstream in search of the wererat den.
And we found it! A dozen or two were bro-ing out over drugs, beer and were-rat-women, and a fight erupted after a short argument. Snickersnack! The leader’s head rolled. The others quickly lost their nerve, and we discussed whether or not to execute them. Our final agreement was that we would provide them with booze and food until we could return with a cure. Those who accepted the cure could return to society. Those who refused would be sent away, to somewhererats are more welcome.