Twitching and in general unsettled, the man squirms in his seat.
"My group and I began into New Water eight days ago. Though the team's tracker was uncertain at times, he found our way to the glass walls. We rested for a few hours here. Our cleric of Balinor was seriously injured in the waters by something I can only describe as an abomination. It was a mix of crocodile and a Displacer Cat." The man pauses as he seems to be either lost in thought or committed to a silent prayer.
"In time we found a way past the glass and into The Hidden itself. It is a strange valley filled with New Water and bright colored vegetation. Water is everywhere." The man finishes his drink and motions for his third. "It was not long before we fought strange reptilian creatures with tentacles and another adventuring party. We found a ruined temple or stone structure that was dry enough and on higher ground. We hoped it would be safe enough. It was not." The man pauses to scratch as his neck.
"Little men..... if one would call them men, with multiple arms and faces attacked in the night. Darrion died first. Nellow was a close second. Already weak, Guri died as they piled onto him. I fled from the temple. Within two minutes I knew the hunt was on. The damned beasts were treating this as a game!" The man turns on you with wild eyes. He is becoming more unsettled as he goes. The bard and reptilian warrior seem concerned for him. It seems the half-dragon is a sentimental giant wishes to comfort the man.
"I ran and ran through the night until I found what I thought was a well. I sought to wedge myself here and hide. It seemed like a good plan at the time. I could hear the beasts above. They arrived within minutes. They stayed there, gibbering and grunting and snarling. I suppose they were speaking to each other. Then..... then..... praise The Traveler for allowing me to live..... they left."
The half-dragon warrior has walked over to him now. Everyone, including the staff are caught up with the tale.
"Something..... somethings.... were in that well with me. Below. They were below but trying to climb. It had been ten minutes of using my back and legs to hold myself there out of view. My legs had grown numb...... I tried to shift so as to turn and work my way out.... instead my legs gave out and I plummeted. I know not what I landed in. A swarm of something very small and fast moving. Centipedes or bugs of some kind." The man scratches at his shoulder wildly. "They in my hair, my armor, my possessions.... they were all over me. I thought myself dead. My vision, though I could not see much already in the dark, seemed to dim further."
"I awoke. Unharmed. Not even so much as a bit mark. I got out of the cylinder that I mistook as a well and in time found a way out. I know not what became of Lorrian or Hartwoot. Nor of the others."
"We are going to die."
With that, the large warrior motions to place his taloned hand on his shoulder to give him comfort. As he touches the man there seems to be a motion of blue and green and the tall warrior roars in pain.
Clutching his hand.... he stumbles back in pain and astonishment. He trips and stumbles over a chair. He falls to the floor and remains there for a moment.
The warforged watches to see what will happen next. The bard hurries to his side. The stranger seems just as startled as everyone else.
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