OOC: Still waiting on some climb checks.
Liam tumbles down into a large chamber. This damp room is haphazardly cluttered with broken beds, chairs, wagon wheels, and an assortment of worn, tattered, dingy, and broken objects pilfered or salvaged from big folk. A row of bookcases stands crookedly propped against the far wall, the shelves filled with bits of bone, feathers, and dried centipede legs. Old window frames, cracked and splintered, hang upon the wall like works of fine art. Half a dozen Mites are hastily forming up for battle. The Mite who retreated before can just be seen exiting the far end of the room shouting "Invaders! To Arms!"
OOC: Actions?