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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3136322" data-attributes="member: 5675">When Morgan returned, unable to clean the last of some blood-red ink from the sleeve of his tattered clothes, we headed to Smenk’s palatial mansion house. The doors, as ever, stood wide open to allow any miners to speak to their employer. The fact that the doors were guarded by a pair of massive feral dire apes would probably dissuade any employees brave enough to want to make demands of Smenk.They devoured the large slab of meat I had brought for them as Torvig rang the bell. We waited, listening to the sounds of rending meat and noisy chewing, before a guard came around the side of the house yelling at us to go away.After a short chat, the guard was mollified, and agreed to speak to his master once we showed him the letter of introduction. He left us standing in the mud outside the house, as the heavens opened and a downpour began..oOo.10 minutes later, and we were cold, wet and miserable, which is probably partly why Smenk waited that long before making his entrance. He stood just inside his front door, flanked by the two snarling dire apes. Growling himself, he demanded what we wanted.As we stood in the pouring rain, Smenk spoke to us about his belief that there were cultists in the mine. Either he was in cahoots with his brother, or the two had both been researching the same thing from different angles.We asked if there was any way that Smenk could help us get into the mine, but he was gruff and singularly unhelpful. Stroking the head of one of the dire apes, he growled out the news that there were a round two dozen guards, 12 humans working throughout the day, and 12 dwarves who worked at night. They were led by Dourstone, using three senior foremen, one of whom (named Gerald) was in the habit of drinking in the Feral Dog (our bar of choice).Smenk also let slip that he knew about the Ebon Triad; a fact which we were swift to pretend we had seen nothing of. He didn’t, however, tell us anything new about them. Finally, to our great delight, he offered to pay us money to investigate the mine – 50 gold apiece up front, with the promise of another 50 when we had finished clearing the mine.</blockquote>

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