Dargo holds his position, the fallen bone just at the range of his darkvision. Among the pile of bones he sees a small skull, also with a hole in it. Bits of flesh still hang to the bones here and there.
Meanwhile Solli slips stealthily past, above the dwarf's head. Hanging upside down, the svirfneblin approaches the sloping tunnel and peers up it. As he approaches he hears the sounds of crunching and chewing and gnashing of teeth. Moving up the slope to get a better look, he sees a large, bulbous head covered in straggly hair, and massively muscled neck and shoulder. As he moves up for a better angle, the head turns enough for him to recognize the creature and what it's doing. It's a troll, and it's tearing into the torso of a dead svirfneblin, pulling great chunks of it out with its teeth. On the troll's back is strapped a large sword.
Standing back a way is another bugbear, a morningstar held loosely in his hand. He seems to be considering the troll carefully.
"I'm just saying," the bugbear speaks tentatively in Undercommon, his rough voice sounding hesitant and nervous, "I know you're good friends with the mind flayers. And we all are, aren't we? They're our friends, not just our leaders, right? All I'm asking is if you ever miss your friends and family from wherever it is you came from. I was just wondering, that's all. Me, I'm like you, of course! I don't miss them at all! I love it here, being a part of all this. That's all. I wonder what's taking Grush so long?"
The troll gives a great belch and tosses some more bones down the ledge. "Svirf taste good! Bring more next time!"
