The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

Endur said:
Laurel does not volunteer to carry anything. Instead she ignores the looting and pays attention to her surroundings, listening for sounds in the distance while studying the indentations on the floor and the dust and trying to get an idea of how many humanoids or other creatures might live in these mines.
There is little else in the room they are currently in to say that any humanoid spends any amount of time here besides the muffled sounds of the hobgoblin uselessly flopping about like a fish.

There is little else of interest it seems in this area…
 

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Saxon, seeing the groups' inspection of the room has come to an end, decides to press on with the others. He pauses when they come to the juction between the hobgoblin's room, the central shaft going deeper and the room opposite. Mzarem sniffs about, delighting in the various smells contained within the mine.

"Perhaps before going deeper into the mines we should check the room opposite. I'd hate for us to have to be forced to fight enemies fore and aft," the druid suggests.
 

Dolan looks to Saxon like he has just done an embrassing faux pax, "That makes so much sense and to think I was to dumb to think of that myself."
 



The party heads to the chamber opposite the chamber with the once again unconscious hobgoblin; there is a ten fee long passageway that ends with a large iron door, with two bars across it; perhaps with a padlock that has long since gone missing.

The door sits slightly ajar, the water having risen to the point where it is now ankle deep…
 

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