It is obvious to Arngen and Grolvus, now that they take a moment, that someone went through both the door to the west <9-A> and the door to the south east <19-J>.
Brogark speaks up 'Perhaps the Cessulli' the Hobgoblin pauses to spit in disdain, as if the name dishonored his lips split out of need. Those Golems might have been too much for them. Maybe the cowards ran wherever they could to escape.'
Brogark takes up a position near Enraela, fingering the blade of his Axe with a mailed finger.
Nurthrak crouches by the doors, trying to find the scents of the Cessulli and to determine which path most of the drow went trough. He will also try to determine wether the tracks are of differing age and which one is the newer of the two.
Nurthrak straightens and looks at the group in poorly hidden irritation, he speaks. "Though I could spend the remainder of the day fighting those guardians without once approaching death I doubt the rest of you would be that fortunate. I suggest we leave this chamber before we have to face them again. Our continued precence in this room will surely trigger their reemergence once their regeneration is complete. Mistress, our prey is fleeing even as we speak." He inclines his head as a gesture of respect to the priestess, then turns and puts his hand on the door to the west in the obvious intent of opening it.
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ooc: Sorry for being impatient
this is our current damage (unless I've missed something)
Brogark nods in agreement with the Troll, perhaps this creature was more sensible than most of it's kind. 'I agree with Nurthrak, Mistress.'
Brogark then takes a place near the door where the troll stands, awaiting Enraela's Command.