You make camp further away from the dissolving kobold bodies, set a watch, and finally get some troubled rest. The time passes uneventfully and you find yourselves awake and prepared for what awaits you down the stairs below.
As you gather yourselves, however, you notice that John has developed a strange growth in the middle of his forehead, similar to the one on Grok's neck. It itches slightly and John can't help but scratch it a couple of times. On his second attempt to relieve the sensation, the center of the growth stretches open into a vertical, mucous-dripping slit from whence a pinkish eye can be seen staring from within. The eye doesn't seem otherwise threatening, and John cannot see through it, but the black, ovular pupil inside follows his companions each time one comes into its view.
The stairs below beckon...
OOC: Need a party order...