SelcSilverhand
First Post
Lookspring shuffles backwards away from the holes. He fingers his weapons nervously while his eyes dart back and forth, scanning the dark recesses for signs of scuttling critters. He hisses to his companions, "Bugs, giant ones! Just like the ones we saw in that old rotten house. They're in the walls, I am hearing them scuttling around, dripping poison from their oversized mandibles, feelers waving in the air tasting for our scent..." He shudders. "If we are being quiet and not giving off much smell maybe they will not be coming out to hunt..."