Bright Eye, Winter Night 2, 354 AC
“Hello everyone,” the freed dwarf said with a booming voice, “thanks fer the rescue. Sir Argent Hearthguard o' The Silver Master at yer service.”
Chai glanced over his shoulder, "another burrower."
"Who is the Silver Master?" Odren scratched his head looking at Argent.
“I like silver,” Cherry giggled, “it’s shiny!”
Argent Hearthguard smiled, “Silver Master be me matron. She was smiling on me till these brigand Hobs took me shipment on the way ta Tarsis. Poor sick folk ya know.”
"Well that is,” Odren scratched his head, his eyes wide, not quite comprehending, “umm interesting." The confused dwarf shrugged as if to dismiss his confusion. Walking over to Argent, Odren patted his fellow dwarf on the shoulder, “Well I am sure we will find this silver master here someday.”
Argent shrugged, “If yer ambitious and a good worker I don't doubt it.”
“Well I’m gonna find me some where nice,” Cherry said as she yawned, “I’m tired of this cave. “
Odren’s eyes darted after the kender as she skipped away back toward the entrance.
“I’ll go get her lads,” Argent offered, “least I can do.”
Odren nodded as Chai and Gharad promptly ignored the departing kender and dwarf and followed the path Chai pointed out, the cleric relaxing visibly as the dwarven paladin left.
Odren’s gaze darted from Chai to the cave entrance, then back to Chai before finally following the cleric.
Chai cared little what the dwarf did, but suspected multiple targets maybe a better strategy should they encounter more hobgoblins in this cave. The cleric took the torch from its wall sconce and made his way to the back of the cave and to the shaped stone corridor. Gharad followed close behind with his weapon drawn. The corridor narrowed to a single door, stout and made of wood. It was partially opened, and Chai smiled. The hobgoblin who had fled in terror may have made exploring this cave easier.
Odren’s eyes darted around the cave as he sighed, earning an elbow form Gharad.
“Quiet dwarf!” the dark warrior hissed, “I think I heard something. Get ready.”
Chai motioned his readiness as he clutched his bronze medallion of faith. Odren moved near one of the walls, and then let the chain to his club fall loose by his side. The chain rattled slightly.
The trio waited for several moments. Guttural voices echoed louder but the door never budged.
Chai pointed at Gharad, then to the door. Nodding, Gharad moved to the door and opened it. Gharad jumped back as a crossbow bolt clattered against the now open door. Blade in hand Gharad stepped in, shouting, "in the name of the Dark Queen stop shooting at me and take me to your leader. I bring message from Neraka."
Gharad ducked down as another bolt flew toward him, making Odren yelp as it landed on the cave floor near his dwarvish feet.
Chai stepped out from behind the dark warrior, "drop your futile attempts of resistance or be slaughtered to the last.”