"We should ensure that no further threats to the Fourteenth Ward remain; indeed, we should do our best to ensure that all of fair Lauralie Summerhome is guarded against threats from below. I say onward!"
[/sblock]A suitable rock projection is quickly located and the rope secured. The tunnel made by the Deathclaw is more than ample for Soulfetter and the fully armored members of the group. None of them approaches the size of the Deathclaw. As the others descend into the room, Braz makes a discovery. Hidden below a fur under the 'table' is a shallow hole containing a battered, but stoutly made wooden box. A leather belt made for a rotund waist has been enlisted to hold the box closed as the lock and hasp that once adorned the front of the box have long since been ripped away.
SoulFetter's deep voice echoes from the walls of the subterranean chamber - from immediately behind Braz. "I'll see what I can do!" The Urgant laughs as his friend leaps and whirls in the air to face him. "That was fun! Not often I get the drop on anybody!"
[sblock=Fenris]Hope you don't mind I took a liberty with having Braz jump . . . seemed like a good opportunity![]()
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