You drink some water, and make sure everyone does as well. Sayral takes your waterskins, invokes some words and trembles. You have more water. After she shakes it off, and you've gotten everyone's attention, you begin to make a plan. You decide that you will go in, scout ahead, and try to get a look in the tents, especially if they're resting. Then, you will signal which tent is okay to attack with a blaze of magic and whirling steel. They agree and you set off.
You hear loud, roaring snores as you approach the tent. You crawl up on your belly and look under a flap, from the outside. In the farthest tent, you notice four bundled up figures, laying on the ground. You mark the other three. You look back to the group, who nod in agreeance. You summon a great and powerful fire spell, and you can feel it as it burns inside you, and then through the ether and into your hands, which you throw onto one of the marked tents. You hack at the supports of another tent. Sayrala joins in the magical attack, throwing a bolt of fire at a tent, while Chroi and Jaynce race up, collapse a tent, and then stab everything with a humanoid figure inside of it. You dash into the tent with the tied up people and find two half orcs stirring out of their sleep. They're unarmed. You give them no mercy and slay them both where they stood. In under a minute, your grizly work was done. All told, thirteen killed. The bundled up shapes, were four children. Members of the homeless shelter tribe near the entrance of the sewer complex. You return the frightened children to their parents, after you loot the Half Orc camp for treasures. A few bracelets, necklaces and rings. You do another sweep through the sewers and become fairly certain that you are now the meanest, most dangerous thing in the canals. Aside from the occasional mangy rat. When the day closes, you return to your warehouse, eat a good dinner, and fall asleep.