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Hearing Coreuth's exclamation, Bozzago opens and shuts his beak with a clack of approval, following after her. He considered it more of a tactical retreat - with the passages as narrow as they were, fighting so many enemies would be obscenely difficult.

Ditto. Sword in hand, Bozzago waits anxiously, spurned on by the news of more enemies.

Everyone still alive? O_O

Deciding to finally take action, Bozzago would attempt to hurl his dagger past his comrades at the closest goblin, before unsheathing his trusty dueling sword. Not including penalties for throwing past allies/into a melee.

Oops. To think I was wondering why it hadn't posted in the other thread. -_-;;;

Deciding to finally take action, Bozzago would attempt to hurl his dagger past his comrades at the closest goblin, before unsheathing his trusty dueling sword. Not including penalties for throwing past allies/into a melee.

Bozzago quickly flips the dagger in his hand, ready to throw it at any other goblins that might crawl out of their holes. Doh! That's Initiative, not Perception I rolled.

Bozzago makes his way towards the eastern corridor, stopping at the narrow hallway leading south to listen.

His allies having cleared the way, Bozzago cautiously advances forward. Seeing that the second goblin is utterly outmatched, he remains in hiding, still apprehensive of enemy reinforcements - who knew how far these tunnels could carry the sounds of battle? Tightly gripping his dagger, the tengu...

With little he could do without blowing his cover, Bozzago would wait and see how his allies would act, given their position on the front line. Concealing their numbers from the enemy was an advantage in itself, one that he was not quite ready to relinquish. After all, there was always the...

Bozzago stays in the shadows, content to let his allies draw the goblins' attention, and hoping that the distraction would be enough to keep him hidden. Ideally, this would let them move past him, so he could later achieve a more... advantageous position.

Nodding to Lem, Bozzago would move towards the indicated direction, his dagger readied at his side. Listening closely, he attempts ascertain whether the goblins moved or not, and their general distance.

Looking down into the opening, Bozzago sees Devon's gesture, understanding its context. Turning to the others, he would point at himself, and then down the hole, indicating his desire to descend next - they didn't have the time to argue about it. Nodding towards Emet, the tengu would sheathe his...

Seems like things have ground to a halt over the past week! Everybody still checking in? "Hm, a trap would be a tad too elaborate to prepare - time is of the essence," Bozzago would say, glancing around for a particular object, "But perhaps we could lodge the opening shut with an object of...

Bozzago would tap the lower tip of his beak with his free hand, taking Quillian's reply into consideration. "Very true, awk, in which case, the top of the mound seems to be the best option. How do you propose we block off the lower exit?"