Frog Froth stayed to watch the door - his short blades would work best in this space. Dubi gan, armed with a short stab and hack sword and a shield, led the push into the door to the west.
The room was bigger, (about 10 by 30 feet), with an arrow slit to the south and one to the west, the daylight slipping through providing the only illumination. A few crude chairs were in the room. There was a door to the north, as well as steep stairs leading up.
3 figures recoiled from you.
They were human looking, dressed in rags, clearly ill fed most of their lives. From their back, beautiful and fragile-looking blue/green butterfly wings sprouted. Their mouth was monstrous, looking more like an insect's than a human. One stood before the others, holding a spear that was little more than a shiv strapped to a branch with lots of string.
"szzstannd baaackszzsb!" it hissed.
To Subotai and Pinpehlu's foreigners' eyes, these were wretched but monstrous creatures, although the beauty of their wings was troubling indeed.
But to a local - let alone a templar, a scholar or a seer, it was obvious what these were: Tamasic Men. It was said that when people were unjust in a previous live, they would come back in a lesser form as punishment - the tamasic men, with their animalistic deformities, clearly were cursed thus. They lived in the shadows, hiding their shame.
Looking to over the party's shoulders, out the arrow slit facing south, he hissed
"aaaccsskzb! You bzroughts tze zpiderzsbz!!!" Looking behind him he barked "
Tellszb tze Eldzerbs!"
A smaller tamasic man started going up the stairs... what does the party do?
