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Message: <blockquote data-quote="industrygothica" data-source="post: 5127674" data-attributes="member: 23298">A corridor lies beyond the door.  Rogash can tell that the construction is new and, until recently, the passage was frequently used.The corridor itself is fairly straight, though there are subtle rises and falls in the floor.  Fresh-ish wheel marks suggest that a cart of some sort was used back and forth.  That's good for whoever was hauling the load, because whatever it was they were carrying was bound to get heavy, as the passage goes on for what seems like forever.Finally it comes to an end at a sturdy iron gate.  On the other side is a cavern, mostly natural with a few man-made touches.  A quartet of trolls have encircled a chaos beast and are prodding it with sticks and laughing.  At least a dozen kobolds are busy keeping their distance.On the other side of the cavern, down in a recess, is a large, flaming brazier (note that the trolls are as far away from the fire as they can get).  Two large cages are suspended above the braziers, and inside each is a human male.  One is older, and a bit frail looking.  The other is larger and healthier, and looks the part of a disheveled noble.  Neither of them see you, as their attention is on the three garish looking women (at least you think they're women) next to the fire engaged in a heated conversation with a regal half-elf in a white-plumed hat.[sblock=Read Lips; Spot DC 16]"Yes, I am aware that I promised you your nuts, and I will get them.  Unfortunately, those in your employ happened to have burst in on that insane alchemist's extraplanar menagerie and didn't have the common decency to clean up after themselves!  Now your wicked playthings have infested the sewers, and until they're dealt with the tunnels cannot be finished.""The chaos beasties aren't our problem," one of the women say.  Her voice is dry and raspy, and accented with a high-pitched squeal. "Nuts for service, you said.  We gave service," she looks up at the younger man suspended in the cage.  "Now you give the nuts!""Yes," White-Plume replies in frustration.  "But I can't get you your nuts until the sewers are cleaned!  There is apparently a group of ragtags who've already discovered it--the gods only know how--and even gone to the magistrate about it.  Fortunately my playing around inside his head has left him dreadfully addled, and he doesn't remember it.  But we'll let them clear out the tunnels for us, for that is what they've set out to do just to prove the beasts' existence.  Then when they're through, your fire-loving friends there can have them for lunch."[/sblock]</blockquote>

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