ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY FIVE
(I/C)
“Back to the Butcher’s for lunch sounds fine,” Suggested Kovid, “Then, poor health or not, we gotta try the door.”
"Ack,” Abraxas exclaimed, slapping his fist into his palm. “This is exactly what I was worried would happen. Now, as the Orkads have been thrown off our trail, we now are lost on theirs. May as well go back to El Carcinera's and eat. Get some rest Señor Kornflake, we will need to sweep this floor when we get back out, to make sure it is still clear before we go further into el Bastille. No quierimos Orkans to sneak up behind us and tienemos una lucha.. como dices... dos, two fronts...? Si. A fight on two fronts.”
“Deux fronts sounds most horrible,” Wyn shuddered. “Lunch however, ees always a good option! Let us take de straight hallway past de hallway to de north... maybe listen for a minute to see if dere be anyting new, cross de hallway I tersection one at a time, den sneak furdder to get back to de butcher.”
"This seems like a very strange time to go eat lunch,” Lannis shrugged, “but I guess wandering around hungry will do us no good either. A quick lunch then the almost certainly trapped door."
“Food?” Lyra asked tiredly, “Yes food is a good idea. I’m ready for food time. Food me please.”
As they were walking and approaching the north hall again, Abraxas continued with, “So we sweep this level again, then move forward, checking the Travis spy-dy hidey hole as well. Make sure no Ornks are hiding to ambush us from behind. Does everyone agree?” Getting a number of assenting grunts, he nodded and nudged the Scout, saying, “Señ-... Bryneden, can you look for traps, por favor."
Brows raised, Brendon nodded saying, “Aye Doc it would be my pleasure to take point as well as lead us to your El Carcinera's and eat.”
“Bueno,” the Fighter replied. One by one we walked past the northern passage, the hobgoblin was still in the hall. Lannis took out his bloody towel and was leaving the odd blood splatter on the hall and passages behind us while the group continued trudging onward. “Quero,” Abraxas started, “I am all for a fine siesta, but when have we gone and had a sit down lunch before?”
The Magic User put his towel away, “We always stop to each lunch, it's usually just part of what we're doing at some point. Sitting down in the hallway to eat isn't much of an option right now.”
“See?” Kovid said. ”Lannis the party leader deemed it so.”
“Excuse me,” Lannis said, affecting a hand on his chest and an insulted tone. “Not the party leader. Convenient of Kovid to start listening to me when he thinks a bad decision is being made. I guess we're keeping all the personal responsibility on the top shelf these days.”
“Height joke, Senor. Funny.”
The group made to the Butcher’s where a quick listen and check (no roll) revealed still no change and no one had been here. Once inside the group went through their rations quickly, eating what they could while keeping a weather eye on the front door.
While slathering honey on her trail biscuits and then licking the excess off the side of her hand, Lyra suggested, “After lunch…smack…mmm… what are we doing? Maybe we can still…ehmmm… go check out those statues. Say we can control them and lead them out of the room, we can use them in the front line against those bastards. I doubt they’d expect that.”
“Chew with your mouth closed please, were you raised in a stable?” Lannis frowned. “Again. Statues were destroyed, goblins took care of that. So not an option. But by all means, be sure to bring it up again in the future just so we don’t stop remembering what that nails on a chalkboard screech is that is your voice.”
“Wow,” Brendon exclaimed, “Lannis needs a hug or something.”
“From ‘is mummy,” Wyn suggested.
“Or at least a blowjob,” Abraxas joked.
“What luck, he can get both of them at the same place, eh Big Brain?”
Sulking, Lannis ate his meat snack silently while staring at his shoes.
Finally after some 15 minutes of eating and drinking the party cleaned up, feeling better and more able, hoisted their backpacks once again and made ready to go.
“Back to zee ‘allway and door?” Wyn asked.
“Unless anyone else has a more moronic and dangerous idea,” the Magic User groused.
Time now is Day 5, 1:42 PM
(OOC)
Didn’t want to assume, but back to the hall and check the door out? Or like Abraxas said, walk the halls again?
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