THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY
(I/C)
“Good question, Drunky Mcgee,” Lannis whispered, looking north. "I don't see much benefit in scrying, unless you want me to try and see what's inside that room.” He glanced at Wyn, “Would be nice to lock a door, so they can't flee or surround us.”
Kovid rolled up his map and put it away. “Of the two choices then : sneak past father west, or open one of the doors and get into it. Take them by surprise.” He pointed north and south. “We’ve been north already and south is toward the dragon.”
The Magic user nodded, “An idea that's totally mine and no one else's is to wait for them to finish sparring so they're tired. So, between scry or punch? You know my feeling. As for the hobgoblins, not sure how long they'll be going at it already."
“I dunno,” Lyra held her flail and looked around, “We’re all rested up and ready for a brawl. Might as well just go for it.”
“I agree with Lil Man,” Shaking his head, Brendon pointed at Kovid, “besides it gives em time to get very tuckered out.”
“Hokey den. Let's check ahead.” Wyn shifted his shield a bit higher and tilted his head back, chin pointing down the wall. “More info is betta. I'll lock deze doors 'wre to make sure dey don't come up from behind.”
"Si Señor Wryn es locking las puertas, we should be good to continue down the hall. Me gusta este idea. We go down the hall, y si hay es nunca, we come back and attack the tired Roberts. El mas vayamos down el hall, el mas los Roberts will spar themselves to exhaustion."
The party left the intersection and moved with slow care past the two doors. Wyn laid his hand against each, willing them to lock, and a keyhole appeared just below the first knob, and then again at the second. “Done,” he mouthed and the group gave him a thumbs up in reply.
It was another almost dozen paces before they came to a 3rd door on the south wall. Beyond it was more hallway but there was spilled stone and other debris that eventually seemed to choke off the entire hall. “You know,” Kovid muttered, “it’s not perfect, but this hall does sort of head off to the other collapsed area from the lower floor just to the west of the kobold warren. I think at one point they all linked up.”
“Think there was a room back there?” Brendon asked.
“It’s large enough for it, and then maybe a set of stairs down.”
“Problem for the new Ispan that Ator and Snakerella are looking for to fix,” Lannis shrugged.
The Scout stopped at the last door and listened, cognizant of the time they’ve been in the hall so far (<Hear Noise, -10% quick, Red 07) he made it quick as he gave the door a fast once over. “Ok, opens into the room. Goblin voices, talking low. Conversation level. Can’t make out what they’re saying. Sizable room, I can make out minimal acoustics. At least 5 goblin voices, but I don’t know if there are any more.” He sniffed and frowned. “And…dog. Wolf? Either or, there is the smell of it in there as well.” He turned his ear one more time. “And…water drops. Like repetitive. Water dripping into a basin? Best I can give you.”
“Tanks,” Wyn whispered, sword out and eyes on the door. “I’d rather fight greenskins den Roberts. Dere door is locked so dat gives us time if we want to go in and take em.”
“Kill goblins?” Kovid smiled, hammer held loosely in his hand. “I’ve eaten breakfast. It’s time for a workout.”
Time now is Day 9, 7:50 AM
(OOC)
Time is still on your side. Going in? If so, give me some plan and parameters.
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