Carolina: The villagers tracks lead straight into the cavern. You also see newer goblin tracks heading out, no doubt belonging to the looters you encountered in Nightstone. Did the villagers take shelter here without realizing it was already occupied? You gaze into the cavern, but can't make out any details. There seems to be a large creature moving about in the distance.
Dren: Your dark vision provides a much better understandings of the dangers ahead. Four goblins on, two aside, patrol ledges above the entrances of the cave. Directly ahead, a large ogre playful splashes around in a mud bath.
Ordar: Your head throbs as the blurry world comes into focus. Where are you? You remember pouring ale when boulders and chaos rained down upon the sleepy village. You, unlike so many of the city watch, kept your cool during the crisis. You ordered the draw bridge down and rallied the peasants while some of those sworn with protecting cowered.
The damned caves. How could you forget? You never wanted to take shelter in them, but the Ardeep Elves refused to help. The three on the road only laughed and pointed their arrows at the villagers. They were thankful to see Nightstone destroyed.
At one time only bats took shelter here. Not anymore. You fought off the goblins as best you could, but then something bigger hit you from behind. Looking around now, it is evident what that was. You currently are tied up, buried beneath a pile of bones. Stalagmites are all around you. creating a natural circular room of sorts. Loud snores come from a sleeping female ogre, only a foot away from you.
