Valurel and Starhl ease themselves and the Wolf from waist high water and silty river-bed over a stone wall and into inky blackness. The dark figure follows the two Heroes and the hiss of wood against wood sounds as the small access way is closed. The unknown benefactor next to the Heroes whispers, I've got the two. Give us some blasted light. The flame of a small candle springs up in the darkness. In the dim illumination, Valurel and Starhl can make out a small wood-floored room with rough, masonry walls. Near the edges of the room stand four sour-faced gnomes, three armed with crossbows leveled at the Heroes and the fourth holding the candle. The tall, unknown guide throws back a black hood, revealing long brown hair and beard. An Erenlander from the look of him. He raises an eyebrow as the Wolf's hackles raise. My friends here have itchy trigger fingers. And they are not too pleased with your stunt above. Luckily, I convinced them to let me guide you in here. Realize, with the Bloods searching, they may yet find their way in here. In that case you will have killed us all. Throwing off his wet cloak, the Erenlander continues. So. I assume you being here is not coincidence. Why do you seek the Blue Sky Traders and who sent you? Be honest, please. These river folk have little patience with double-talkers.
Lodric and Kaela move about the old oak, searching with their hands more than their eyes. Several of the oak limbs seem to have been hollowed out and are remarkably easy to move despite their size. Lodric and Kaela both recall the mantra sung by the gnome Bardin.
There was an old whore that lived under a skeleton oak
Along came a Blood Mother to give her a poke
He went upriver to spread her skinny thighs
And the dirty maggot enjoyed her moans and sighs
On the way out he slipped in the mud
Caught at a log and fell with a thud
Washed down the river his hands clutching the raft
Not all the river could wash away the burning rash!
Is this the oak mentioned in the song? Before the two can find an answer, a massive figure hurtles into the wet trees from the open hillside. Kaela? Aislinn's voice cries softly in the darkness.