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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6671002" data-attributes="member: 6696971">Nothing too bad.&nbsp; The cave winds to the left, inward in a counterclockwise direction, spiraling to its terminating point.&nbsp; Here it spills out into a claustrophobic cave (6 ft ceilings) the size of a Great Room (maybe 20 * 30 or 600 SF).&nbsp; The room is very dimly lit by a trio of lowlander lanterns; Two on the walls and one on a central table.&nbsp; Only the one on the table is in use.&nbsp; Ten pens with primitive locks, probably initially used for housing animals, align the walls.&nbsp; There the forced laborers reside.&nbsp; In the middle are a set of benches which flank the table.&nbsp; On the table are raw materials, some mended items, and tools.&nbsp; It appears that their primary toils are mending cloaks/furs/clothes, fabricating crude stone tools (scrapers, spades, and their own tools for mending), and making rope.&nbsp; There is also a few stray pieces of climbing gear; spurs, spikes, a battered grapnel, snow shoes.&nbsp; They’re all in bad condition and look like they were meant to be mended but have been put on the backburner.&nbsp; [sblock]Take – 1 to your Salvage move Otthor.[/sblock]Everyone is kept in separate pens.&nbsp; It appears they were quickly locked into their pens before the taskmasters left.&nbsp; The little boy is obvious as he is the only curious one, sitting at the front of the pen, holding the bars and looking outward as you enter.&nbsp; The mother is the only female here and she is far away from the boy.&nbsp; She beseeches him to get back when you enter the room.&nbsp; The father, the only other that speaks up, addresses you with a simple, pathetic “…please.”&nbsp; The rest of the pens appear to be indentured servants from this clan, likely here for one indiscretion/crime or another.&nbsp; All of them are underfed.&nbsp; Besides the boy, they all shrink back in unison and behold you with wary eyes.&nbsp; They would have surely felt and heard the avalanche and likely heard the fighting and the Fireballs.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6671002, member: 6696971"] Nothing too bad. The cave winds to the left, inward in a counterclockwise direction, spiraling to its terminating point. Here it spills out into a claustrophobic cave (6 ft ceilings) the size of a Great Room (maybe 20 * 30 or 600 SF). The room is very dimly lit by a trio of lowlander lanterns; Two on the walls and one on a central table. Only the one on the table is in use. Ten pens with primitive locks, probably initially used for housing animals, align the walls. There the forced laborers reside. In the middle are a set of benches which flank the table. On the table are raw materials, some mended items, and tools. It appears that their primary toils are mending cloaks/furs/clothes, fabricating crude stone tools (scrapers, spades, and their own tools for mending), and making rope. There is also a few stray pieces of climbing gear; spurs, spikes, a battered grapnel, snow shoes. They’re all in bad condition and look like they were meant to be mended but have been put on the backburner. [sblock]Take – 1 to your Salvage move Otthor.[/sblock] Everyone is kept in separate pens. It appears they were quickly locked into their pens before the taskmasters left. The little boy is obvious as he is the only curious one, sitting at the front of the pen, holding the bars and looking outward as you enter. The mother is the only female here and she is far away from the boy. She beseeches him to get back when you enter the room. The father, the only other that speaks up, addresses you with a simple, pathetic “…please.” The rest of the pens appear to be indentured servants from this clan, likely here for one indiscretion/crime or another. All of them are underfed. Besides the boy, they all shrink back in unison and behold you with wary eyes. They would have surely felt and heard the avalanche and likely heard the fighting and the Fireballs. [/QUOTE]

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