Urchin never speaks
Urchin ran through the sewer tunnels, the templars hot on his heels. His master would save him. He ran the labyrinth passages, breathless and silent as always. The Black Emporium lay ahead. As he ran he heard the cries of the unlucky templar that set off the fire trap. He didn't look back. He kept running, his sweaty hands clutching the sack containing the items the Antiquarian had asked him to procure.
Another scream told Urchin that another templar was gone, down the spike pit, recognizing the cut off scream followed by the moist thud of a body impaling itself. He didn't know how many had followed him, but there couldn't be too many left.
He made a sharp turn, hiding in a trusty hidey hole he knew of. He saw two templars run past him. He stayed there, catching his breath. He heard what he expected, as the two running templars suddenly lost the traction beneath their feet and slid into the waiting acid vat. Their gurgling screams resounded in him hole in the wall. Their armor would kill them.
He grabbed hold of his canvas bag and darted out. He was nearly at the Emporium. Inside lay safety with his master. He looked around, satisfied that the templar squad was gone. The master's traps had done their job again. He did not notice one templar who in an earlier life had been a pickpocket. He was quiet and cautious where his companions relied on brute strength. He had watched horrified at the fate of his fellow templars. He was just a postulant, but he was determined to follow the boy to his maleficar master. Silently the templar followed Urchin, stepping only where the boy stepped, keeping himself invisible in the shadows.
They came to a great wooden door that swung inward, showing a long, wooden catwalk. The boy ducked inside. The templar screwed his courage. He thought perhaps he should mark the entrance and fetch more knights, but he had no real idea how to get out of this maze. He decided to try and gain entrance and learn more about their prey.
He opened the door and silently sidled in. He did his best to make no noise. At the end of the catwalk he saw a circular room with some kind of statue in the center. The statue was drenched in light from a sky light. He smiled; they couldn't be too far underground if there was a sky light. He approached the end of the catwalk, wondering where the maleficar was hiding. As he stepped into the circular room giant stone fists grabbed his arms. He felt the implacable force in those hands as he stared into the impassive face of a stone golem. A voice behind him insinuated itself into his screaming consciousness. "Thaddeus, make sure this one doesn't bother poor Urchin again."
The golem impassively pulled the templar's arms in opposite directions until the sound of tearing flesh and silence from the man indicated he would no longer be a problem.
Urchin took his canvas bag to his master, Xenon the Antiquarian and showed him the contents within. The voice from the gruesome flesh statue chuckled with humor that was not reciprocated by either of his companions "ah, socks. You can never have enough socks."
Urchin silently began cleaning the mess; the blood might take weeks to get out of the floors.