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“A few less goblins are out there than this morning. But only a few. We don’t recommend the yonder Nostril as a destination to any weary travelers either.” Ruthenia returns the friendly warning with her own, accompanied by a good-bye nod. She isn’t used to being the spokesperson. Though the...

Ruthenia watches and listens. That’s how you gain the best intel, and size up the opponent- a speaker is vulnerable, revealing everything they are, since one cannot move and think and talk about opposite things; even a liar has signs that give away their true thoughts. Saying nothing in...

Everyone has indicated that staying hidden is the best plan. Ruth nods at Torem as if to say We are soldiers, and now guards. We must practice our profession once again. She looks at each one as they retreat into the cave and follows, the last one disappearing back into the shadows, which will...

Lycan’s quiet announcement that four horses with riders are approaching is actually a welcome interruption to Ruth’s troubled rest. The nightmare of the last two days just keeps repeating in her head over and over. She lost everything. They failed this mission. They had no leader. The small town...

Naivara hasn’t had much to say today, feeling so low and depressed, wondering if she was doing more harm than good to this small group of friends. She looks up in surprise at Fargrim’s suggestion, her heart warmed by the invitation. “I would love that. Please. Tell me.”

Ruthenia keeps her eyes peeled for any shapes moving in the distant fog. “I think you mean the Bunion. Back where we found... Noas? I’ll carry his stuff.” She shoulders his pack, and leaves the taller folks to carrying Aseir’s limp body.

Ruth is too surprised to react as Bell flies past into the darkness. She glares grimly. These idiots. Going to get killed. Yesterday Lecuis. Today Bell. No order. No training. What I wouldn’t give for a half dozen soldier companions who know how to fight as a cohesive— Her inner monologue is...

Ruthenia listens carefully from the disgusting nest. The smashing gong sends her hastening out, hammer still in hand. Her dwarf vision would allow her to pursue the noisy goblin up the tunnel. But as she passes Bell, she realizes the others won’t be able to see as well. She plants her feet at...

The men’s dress and behavior reminds Naivara of the Vistani men. Her previous mistake of pointing out their useless violence makes her hesitant to say anything to them. Ever. They aren’t the type to try reasonable conversation or attempt logical agreements. She purses her lips. She will not speak.

Ruthenia, kneeling beside Torem, returns the grip on her arm, and says grimly, “You made it. There is more to come.” She helps him stand and motions for him to stay there and to keep quiet. She herself cautiously joins Aseir to see what might be found among the stalagmites.

Naivara spent the night thinking. She watches Thia work to copy spells, and wonders if magic is really her passion anymore. She wasn’t as eager as Thia here, for example. Was it this place? *** When Thia speaks in Elvish, Naivara gapes in amazement. This is a surprise. She says nothing. The two...

As the ogre takes out Torem with one swipe, all the strength drains from Ruth. His limp body lies at the ogre’s feet, who looks deadly even with sleep in it’s eyes. But she would never leave an ally fallen in battle. Ruthenia swings at the ogre’s knee, threatening, “Give us back the villagers or...

The two soldiers, dwarf and human, wait together in the side cave tunnel, a quiet 10 feet back from Lycan who is 10 feet back from the entryway. Ruthenia hefts her axe in her right hand and keeps the left on Torem’s elbow, standing beside her. He feels sweaty. He looks nervous. Earlier, she had...

Ruth looks around at the group of adventurers huddled over Bell’s floor drawings, and considers. They have no leader. They have no ranks. They have no rules. They don’t even have a common language or a common cause. “So,” she says, “Who of us can: see in the dark, is good at listening, can...

Naivara nods to Thia’s wisdom. She is a good leader for this small party of travelers. Her question about the spell book completely stuns Naivara, though. Confused, she mutters and stutters for a while before blurting out, “I’ve never used that spell here. Not since I’ve come to this place...

Alas, Naivara had not been as much help in the fight as she wished. She feels so helpless. Worthless. She trudges behind the others, head down, shoulders slumped. As she watches the group disappear into the hut one by one, she wonders if they would even notice if she didn’t go in. Would they be...

Ruthenia understands none of the hand flapping and winking of the elf, but readying arrow ammunition is clear enough. She turns and makes the drawing, aiming, releasing motion of shooting to the three behind her, and nods anyone who can shoot to go in front of her.

Naivara steps into the room more boldly than her friends, and calls out with a smile to those on the other side, “Ah, here you are! At last we meet. We mean no harm.” She has a feeling, however, that they do mean some harm, and so she prepares to cast grease in the middle of them, just in case...

Ruthenia watches the back of the Kenku as he walks away. Yeah. It was a stupid question. She looks at Aseir. She places her hands on his chest, where the damage had happened. She closes her eyes. She whispers.

Ruth leads the way into the small passage indicated by Lycan. Even if she couldn’t see, the sound would have told her there was a small waterfall here. It glints and glistens with the small candle light as Torem enters the room behind them. Ruthenia kneels beside Aseir to assess his wounds, and...