The five of you get into formation, and you start to carefully creep along the path towards the natural stairs, Ana leading the way. The path, as Ana found out earlier, eventually becomes one with the water, and you find you have no choice but to either be ankle deep on the path or knee deep in the stream itself. You keep to the path the best you can, and the water is cold and biting.
It's easy to see why the Goblins would want to live in a damp, smelly place like this. It's dark, and provides plenty of cover from those who would intrude into their little world from the outside. It's also easy to see that those of you without the ability to see in the dark could get rather lost and be blinded were it not for the torch you carry, it's flickering flame casting enough light to see by in the cave. And, unfortunately, it's also that very same torch that is probably going to get you into trouble.
As you near the natural stairs, you begin to hear what sounds like whispering voices. Or is that an air flow through a natural vent in the cave? Maybe the running trickle of water? You halt, hoping it's just your imagination, but several very fast seconds later you hear the unmistakable sound of rock on rock, pounding in a very frantic and rhythmic pattern, accompanied by the very distinct sound of someone half-shouting in Goblin "Bring it down!". And it sounds like that voice is coming from wherever those natural steps lead to.
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It's easy to see why the Goblins would want to live in a damp, smelly place like this. It's dark, and provides plenty of cover from those who would intrude into their little world from the outside. It's also easy to see that those of you without the ability to see in the dark could get rather lost and be blinded were it not for the torch you carry, it's flickering flame casting enough light to see by in the cave. And, unfortunately, it's also that very same torch that is probably going to get you into trouble.
As you near the natural stairs, you begin to hear what sounds like whispering voices. Or is that an air flow through a natural vent in the cave? Maybe the running trickle of water? You halt, hoping it's just your imagination, but several very fast seconds later you hear the unmistakable sound of rock on rock, pounding in a very frantic and rhythmic pattern, accompanied by the very distinct sound of someone half-shouting in Goblin "Bring it down!". And it sounds like that voice is coming from wherever those natural steps lead to.
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