Amos pulls a pair of round spectacles from his pocket and perches them on his wide nose. He bends down to get a better look at each of you, murmuring "yes yes"and "I see" and "oho!" as he examines your wounds. He reaches onto an upper shelf of the bookcase, and pulls down a tin of some ointment that smells like rain and blueberries, dabs a bit of it here, and a bit there, and soon you are all restored to full health.
He regards Amelia with a serious look. "Welcome to me home, Amelia Half-elven. It's quite a predicament ye are in, no question. I can mend yer bumps and bruises, but restoring yer true stature is beyond me skill. This here village has plenty o' very powerful wizards and the like, though, so if ye can manage to attract their attention, I imagine somebody can figure sometin' out fer ye. "
The odor of something cooking wafts into the room from the side tunnel. The sphere bumps against Amos' shoulder until he turns to look at it, catches a whiff, and then worriedly excuses himself to check on dinner. "Follow me if'n yer hungry!" he calls back over his shoulder.
Cerlinde is filled with wonder at this whole scene- never having heard or read of anything like it. She follows without hesitation- still rubbing her formerly injured shoulder..
“Thanks for the healing I…” Durnik notices Amos leaving halfway through his sentence, and begins following him into the new room. He wrinkles his nose slightly at the smell of the so called “cooking” though.
It was a curious thing to be sure. Mohdrak did not expect anyone else to be here, let alone live here. The fact that it was an actual home and not some hole in the ground or a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat but filled with actual comfort, looped it all the way around back into believability. Either that or the minotaur was just happy to find some semblance of civilization in this strange, oversized world.
He certainly appreciated that he no longer had to stoop. A little less appreciative was how there was now someone else towering over him, something the minotaur was not accustomed to. The creature, who introduced himself as Amos Goodberry, was like a giant to him which, after a failed attempt at arithmetics, still meant he would come up short in the normal world. Still, he had invited the group into his home and Mohdrak was not going to pass on the gesture. The giant offered them respite and a meal which both appealed to him.
'Hold on.'Mohdrak said when Amos' words sunk in. 'Village? Wizards? There's an entire community living beneath our hooves?'The thought baffled the mind. 'Without us noticing? How?'
As you troop down the passage after Amos, you pass by the opening to a storage room filled with stacks of stones, polished and sometimes cut or faceted, of all colors and shapes. The stones range from two feet to almost 10 feet in diameter.
Pondering this, you continue further, and a cavernous area opens on your right, some 30 feet high and 120 feet across, roughly circular. In the center of this room, a smokeless fire burns (magical, you presume) in a neatly built stone firepit, and above the pit, horizontally suspended and rotating slowly (again, likely by magic) is a 10-foot long carrot. Also, on one side of the fire is a large cauldron filled with a greenish liquid that smells like a vegetable stew of some sort. A rack with various cooking utensils, spice jars and metal pots as well as a large washbasin are nearby. A ten-foot open pea pod leans against the back wall, with one cannonball-sized green pea remaining inside. The back wall has two separate round doors, approximately 60 feet apart, both closed. The passageway you were travelling continues on further past this room, as well.
The periphery of this room has a large, ring-shaped banquet table about 6 feet high, with a few gaps in it to allow access to the central cooking area. Between the table and the wall, evenly spaced all around the room are large, 5 foot blocks of polished stone, similar to what you saw previously, flat on top. There are about 20 of these stones set around the outside of the table near the outer wall. The most striking thing in the room, however, is that on several of the stone blocks are perched various creatures, gently rocking back in forth, all watching Amos tend the cooking in the center of the chamber.
There are two giant beetles, a huge snail, a 7 foot tall butterfly, and something that looks like a massive mushroom, but with a face.
Amos looks over at you as you enter the room, smiles, and says, "Well, I does have visitors from time to time, just not humanoid ones... This be Wynken.... and Blynken... and Nod," pointing to the two beetles and the snail.
"Our beautiful winged friend is Chauncey, 'e is very vain, so be sure and compliment 'im." (adding in a stage whisper, " 'e don't have long to live, so we just humor 'im.")
"And of course, 'ere's our entertainment for the evening, provided by our Campestri friend, who chooses to call hisself 'Toad' for some unfathomable reason."
The mushroom creature bows awkwardly, and begins to emit a sound that you think might be singing, if the singing were done by an intoxicated duck at the bottom of a deep well. Amos smiles and taps his ladle in rhythm as he stirs the stew. The sphere of light near his head bobs up and down in the same pattern. The other occupants regard you serenely for a moment, and then turn their attention back to Amos.
As you watch the vaguely mouse-like giant check the roasting carrot and the stew, he nods to himself, turns to you, and winks. Then a very strange thing happens. Amos's movements immediately become lightning-quick, literally a blur, and his form rushes around the room faster than the eye can follow. In a matter of seconds, before each of you appears a wooden plate heaped with steaming chunks of roast carrot, and a bowl of savory stew. The vessels are much larger than you would normally encounter, and contain several meal's worth of food each. There is also an oversized spoon by each plate, and a neatly folded cloth napkin. The other "guests" have bowls appear in front of them as well, with similar contents, except for Toad, who seems content to continue warbling dying-canary-fashion while the rest of you dine. In less than a minute, all are served, and Amos winds up seated on his own gemstone chair, next to Mohdrak, a mountain of victuals in front of him and his companion light-sphere orbiting excitedly overhead.
"Wait, wait," he says, looking sternly at the beetles. "Ye know the rules!" He then closes his eyes and utters thanks to the gods of the harvest for good friends and plentiful food. As he finishes, he opens his eyes and says "Dig in!"
(Awesome !). Cerlinde says “ truly amazing, thank you Amos, for a very memorable meal! And so nice to meet you all.” She is fascinated by everything, but starts eating the dinner as best as she can with the oversized spoon.
Zithers is still in shock from the eyeball door, that was definitely a lot different from what he expected, so he is quiet for most of the tour. When he notices the books he takes a few notes in a scroll, but is still distant. About halfway through the meal, Zithers straightens up in his chair and says "OH! Where are my manners, my name is Zithers. This meal is delicious by the way." From the oversized spoon, to his already diminutive height, Zithers instead pulls out a small knife and skewers the vegetable bits floating in the stew to eat, and drinks his fill of broth afterwards.
Amos inclines his head. "Thou art welcome, Master Zithers. And thou, Mistress Cerlinde, (Does I detect an aura of magic around thee?) And all of you."
Turning to Mohdrak, he offers a delayed answer. "No, the village I refer to is the one ye know up above, the village o' the big people. As far as I knows, there ain't any other little folk like me in Haven. (Ha! I guess I can'ts call meself 'little' now that I's met up with the likes of ye all!) Toad and I are from another world, and we gots a little too curious a year or so ago, and through some strange magic we ended up here. Me other friends are all locals."
As he faces the minotaur, his whiskered nose begins to twitch; the resemblance to a giant mouse is now more noticeable and startling. "Dost thou smell something?" he asks. "Somethin' delicious... and.. and.. spicy?" Sniffing again, he says, "Pardon me for saying so, Mister Tiny Bull-man, but thou hast the odor of a cook... and hast some supplies on thee, I'd wager. Strangely, ye also stink of dead spider. "
He takes another bite, and looks at Amelia, "Did I hear thee say that thy name wasn't thy name? Beggin' yer pardon, but I doesn't quite understand..."
Turning to Durnik, he says, " 'Twas me pleasure, Master warrior. I does what I cans to help."
Amelia is attempting to maneuver the oversized spoon from the bowl to her mouth when Amos speaks to her. She puts the spoon in the bowl and pinches the bridge of her nose for a moment before looking back up at him. “No. My name is Amelia. ‘Half-elven’ isn’t part of my name or anything. It’s just what I am. As in, my mother is human, my father is an elf.”
The sight of the giant insects intrigued the minotaur. Up close one could argue they looked somewhat cute but the beetles and especially the butterfly were just so colourful. The giant mushroom could do with some singing lessons though.
Mohdrak graciously accepted the food offered. It was simple fare but warm and hearty. He tentatively took a bite. It could use some seasoning. As if their host had read his mind, the giant mouselike creature prompted him about the topic.
'We had to fight some spiders en route.' Mohdrak replied, now intensely aware of his appearance and smell. 'And now you mention it.'
He opened the flap of his backpack to retrieve his [magic item]Heward’s Handy Spice Pouch[/magic item] but felt something soft brush against his hand.
Mreow.
'Yes, let's stretch our legs a bit.' Mohdrak used a piece of cloth to tie a little bandana around Nixie's neck to cushion the rope he turned into a makeshift leash. He looped the other end a couple of times around his leg so the cat could walk around a little yet not so much that she could reach the other guests. He also put down the bowl with stew for Nixie to have a taste. Once the little fluffball was tended to, did Mohdrak pull out the pouch.
'It's probably this you're smelling.'He held out the pouch should Amos wish to have a closer look. 'Remarkable little thing: just name the seasoning you want and it'll magically produce a pinch of it. Truly invaluable for someone who likes to cook.'
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As they pass the room with the stone Durnik will take a long look and make a mental note of any particularly interesting ones and will then follow the group. As they are served food Durnik will eagerly dig in to the stew despite his reservations and is pleasantly surprised to find it tastes a lot better than it initially smelled. He’s mostly quiet the whole time except to ask for a second helping once he’s finished.
When they exited the smaller spider-infested tunnel into the larger passageway, Durnik definitely noticed a change (for the better) in the quality of the stonecraft. Whereas the previous venue had been probably made by animal claws, the wider hallway was much more smooth, rounded and showed signs of tools.
Amos's home shows similarly excellent craftsmanship, as if a master mason and miner had built it. The colorful stones in the storage area and upon which you are seated remind the dwarf of something he saw in a traveling merchant's wares long ago, although at that time he was much larger and the stones much smaller. The vendor had called it a "rare wishstone" and it had been priced too high for Durnik to ask much about it at the time.
As the meal progresses, Amos continues to chatter away, asking about party members' home worlds, families, and other good-natured inquiries. He is quite interested in Mohdrak'sHandy Spice Pouch and cooking in general. Realizing the minotaur's experience and skill, he confesses that his repertoire is pretty limited and would appreciate any vegetarian ideas that could be made from garden vegetables, roots and berries. He clearly enjoys the company, as the room's other occupants don't seem very loquacious. Except Toad. He is now imitating a cat being held down, shaved and water-boarded. The beetles' mandibles click away as they consume their fare, Chauncey unrolls a long feeding-tube to drink the soup, and you are completely baffled by how Nod the snail managed to wolf up his meal with no obvious orifices.
As the meal draws to a close, Amos sighs contentedly, leans back and pulls a pipe out of a vest pocket and begins to poke some pipe-weed into it. He asks the party, "So, what are you going to do now? I have a spare chamber or two if you need to rest. And I know something about the tunnels to the south of here."
“Well- this has been an amazing experience. I know we want to get big again soon, but perhaps we should explore some of this world as well. I’m interested in learning more from you- and these tunnels you describe.”. Cerlinde seems enchanted by the whole thing- even Toad’s horrific singing is charming, in a way.
Mohdrak thought Amos was too hard on himself and told him so during polite conversation. Given with what he had to work with, not everyone can enjoy the luxury of a high end kitchen stocked with premium ingredients, and it was more remarkable to do more with less.
After sharing some pointers on vegetarian dishes, Mohdrak listened in on Cerlinde's question regarding the tunnels. He doubted they would be able to return to normal size any time soon so having foreknowledge of their situation would prove valuable.
"Well," drawls Amos, "this area of underground burrows was here before we came, remember Toad?" The campestri nods, and responds with Amos' own voice, "Yes, boss", and then launches into a sonic retelling of an epic fight between a flock of geese and a teakettle.
Amos continues, "Since tunneling and mining's somethin' I knows about, and we's needed a place to live, I set about widening a few, and made this here home fer us. So, if'n ye follow the main passage, it will lead you out to the surface, near ol' Erastus' garden." He smiles, indicating the carrotwith his pipe. "If'n yer looking for a fight, some of the side tunnels will lead to rats' dens, or snakes and spiders and what-have-you. It took some convincin' but they mostly leaves me alone now. Sometimes the spiders forget, and I teases 'em a bit. Watch out for their queen though, she's a nasty one. She likes to collect sparkly things. Tried to take a wishstone from me, yes she did. Won't do that again, I wager."
"I do have something which might possibly be of use to ye," he says as he stands and leaves the room, returning momentarily with a large 5' diameter convex oval of clear glass. "This looks to be the lens which popped out of Erastus' or someone else's spectacles. Found it in the garden. I couldn't think of a use for it, but maybe ye can. If'n ye wants it."
Amelia sighs. “No, this isn’t our normal size. We’ve been shrunken down. We don’t know why. I’m Amelia. I’m not a pixie, I’m half-human, half-elven.”
Amos pulls a pair of round spectacles from his pocket and perches them on his wide nose. He bends down to get a better look at each of you, murmuring "yes yes" and "I see" and "oho!" as he examines your wounds. He reaches onto an upper shelf of the bookcase, and pulls down a tin of some ointment that smells like rain and blueberries, dabs a bit of it here, and a bit there, and soon you are all restored to full health.
He regards Amelia with a serious look. "Welcome to me home, Amelia Half-elven. It's quite a predicament ye are in, no question. I can mend yer bumps and bruises, but restoring yer true stature is beyond me skill. This here village has plenty o' very powerful wizards and the like, though, so if ye can manage to attract their attention, I imagine somebody can figure sometin' out fer ye. "
The odor of something cooking wafts into the room from the side tunnel. The sphere bumps against Amos' shoulder until he turns to look at it, catches a whiff, and then worriedly excuses himself to check on dinner. "Follow me if'n yer hungry!" he calls back over his shoulder.
Cerlinde is filled with wonder at this whole scene- never having heard or read of anything like it. She follows without hesitation- still rubbing her formerly injured shoulder..
"No--half-elven isn't my last name, it's just what I am--aaand he's gone." Amelia rolls her eyes and follows.
“Thanks for the healing I…” Durnik notices Amos leaving halfway through his sentence, and begins following him into the new room. He wrinkles his nose slightly at the smell of the so called “cooking” though.
It was a curious thing to be sure. Mohdrak did not expect anyone else to be here, let alone live here. The fact that it was an actual home and not some hole in the ground or a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat but filled with actual comfort, looped it all the way around back into believability. Either that or the minotaur was just happy to find some semblance of civilization in this strange, oversized world.
He certainly appreciated that he no longer had to stoop. A little less appreciative was how there was now someone else towering over him, something the minotaur was not accustomed to. The creature, who introduced himself as Amos Goodberry, was like a giant to him which, after a failed attempt at arithmetics, still meant he would come up short in the normal world. Still, he had invited the group into his home and Mohdrak was not going to pass on the gesture. The giant offered them respite and a meal which both appealed to him.
'Hold on.' Mohdrak said when Amos' words sunk in. 'Village? Wizards? There's an entire community living beneath our hooves?' The thought baffled the mind. 'Without us noticing? How?'
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As you troop down the passage after Amos, you pass by the opening to a storage room filled with stacks of stones, polished and sometimes cut or faceted, of all colors and shapes. The stones range from two feet to almost 10 feet in diameter.
Pondering this, you continue further, and a cavernous area opens on your right, some 30 feet high and 120 feet across, roughly circular. In the center of this room, a smokeless fire burns (magical, you presume) in a neatly built stone firepit, and above the pit, horizontally suspended and rotating slowly (again, likely by magic) is a 10-foot long carrot. Also, on one side of the fire is a large cauldron filled with a greenish liquid that smells like a vegetable stew of some sort. A rack with various cooking utensils, spice jars and metal pots as well as a large washbasin are nearby. A ten-foot open pea pod leans against the back wall, with one cannonball-sized green pea remaining inside. The back wall has two separate round doors, approximately 60 feet apart, both closed. The passageway you were travelling continues on further past this room, as well.
The periphery of this room has a large, ring-shaped banquet table about 6 feet high, with a few gaps in it to allow access to the central cooking area. Between the table and the wall, evenly spaced all around the room are large, 5 foot blocks of polished stone, similar to what you saw previously, flat on top. There are about 20 of these stones set around the outside of the table near the outer wall. The most striking thing in the room, however, is that on several of the stone blocks are perched various creatures, gently rocking back in forth, all watching Amos tend the cooking in the center of the chamber.
There are two giant beetles, a huge snail, a 7 foot tall butterfly, and something that looks like a massive mushroom, but with a face.
Amos looks over at you as you enter the room, smiles, and says, "Well, I does have visitors from time to time, just not humanoid ones... This be Wynken.... and Blynken... and Nod," pointing to the two beetles and the snail.
"Our beautiful winged friend is Chauncey, 'e is very vain, so be sure and compliment 'im." (adding in a stage whisper, " 'e don't have long to live, so we just humor 'im.")
"And of course, 'ere's our entertainment for the evening, provided by our Campestri friend, who chooses to call hisself 'Toad' for some unfathomable reason."
The mushroom creature bows awkwardly, and begins to emit a sound that you think might be singing, if the singing were done by an intoxicated duck at the bottom of a deep well. Amos smiles and taps his ladle in rhythm as he stirs the stew. The sphere of light near his head bobs up and down in the same pattern. The other occupants regard you serenely for a moment, and then turn their attention back to Amos.
"Please, find a seat," he directs.
As you watch the vaguely mouse-like giant check the roasting carrot and the stew, he nods to himself, turns to you, and winks. Then a very strange thing happens. Amos's movements immediately become lightning-quick, literally a blur, and his form rushes around the room faster than the eye can follow. In a matter of seconds, before each of you appears a wooden plate heaped with steaming chunks of roast carrot, and a bowl of savory stew. The vessels are much larger than you would normally encounter, and contain several meal's worth of food each. There is also an oversized spoon by each plate, and a neatly folded cloth napkin. The other "guests" have bowls appear in front of them as well, with similar contents, except for Toad, who seems content to continue warbling dying-canary-fashion while the rest of you dine. In less than a minute, all are served, and Amos winds up seated on his own gemstone chair, next to Mohdrak, a mountain of victuals in front of him and his companion light-sphere orbiting excitedly overhead.
"Wait, wait," he says, looking sternly at the beetles. "Ye know the rules!" He then closes his eyes and utters thanks to the gods of the harvest for good friends and plentiful food. As he finishes, he opens his eyes and says "Dig in!"
(Awesome !). Cerlinde says “ truly amazing, thank you Amos, for a very memorable meal! And so nice to meet you all.” She is fascinated by everything, but starts eating the dinner as best as she can with the oversized spoon.
Zithers is still in shock from the eyeball door, that was definitely a lot different from what he expected, so he is quiet for most of the tour. When he notices the books he takes a few notes in a scroll, but is still distant. About halfway through the meal, Zithers straightens up in his chair and says "OH! Where are my manners, my name is Zithers. This meal is delicious by the way." From the oversized spoon, to his already diminutive height, Zithers instead pulls out a small knife and skewers the vegetable bits floating in the stew to eat, and drinks his fill of broth afterwards.
Amos inclines his head. "Thou art welcome, Master Zithers. And thou, Mistress Cerlinde, (Does I detect an aura of magic around thee?) And all of you."
Turning to Mohdrak, he offers a delayed answer. "No, the village I refer to is the one ye know up above, the village o' the big people. As far as I knows, there ain't any other little folk like me in Haven. (Ha! I guess I can'ts call meself 'little' now that I's met up with the likes of ye all!) Toad and I are from another world, and we gots a little too curious a year or so ago, and through some strange magic we ended up here. Me other friends are all locals."
As he faces the minotaur, his whiskered nose begins to twitch; the resemblance to a giant mouse is now more noticeable and startling. "Dost thou smell something?" he asks. "Somethin' delicious... and.. and.. spicy?" Sniffing again, he says, "Pardon me for saying so, Mister Tiny Bull-man, but thou hast the odor of a cook... and hast some supplies on thee, I'd wager. Strangely, ye also stink of dead spider. "
He takes another bite, and looks at Amelia, "Did I hear thee say that thy name wasn't thy name? Beggin' yer pardon, but I doesn't quite understand..."
Turning to Durnik, he says, " 'Twas me pleasure, Master warrior. I does what I cans to help."
Lastly, peering at Jack: "Everything all right?"
Amelia is attempting to maneuver the oversized spoon from the bowl to her mouth when Amos speaks to her. She puts the spoon in the bowl and pinches the bridge of her nose for a moment before looking back up at him. “No. My name is Amelia. ‘Half-elven’ isn’t part of my name or anything. It’s just what I am. As in, my mother is human, my father is an elf.”
(Durnik, please make a Stonecunning check for me)
The sight of the giant insects intrigued the minotaur. Up close one could argue they looked somewhat cute but the beetles and especially the butterfly were just so colourful. The giant mushroom could do with some singing lessons though.
Mohdrak graciously accepted the food offered. It was simple fare but warm and hearty. He tentatively took a bite. It could use some seasoning. As if their host had read his mind, the giant mouselike creature prompted him about the topic.
'We had to fight some spiders en route.' Mohdrak replied, now intensely aware of his appearance and smell. 'And now you mention it.'
He opened the flap of his backpack to retrieve his [magic item]Heward’s Handy Spice Pouch[/magic item] but felt something soft brush against his hand.
Mreow.
'Yes, let's stretch our legs a bit.' Mohdrak used a piece of cloth to tie a little bandana around Nixie's neck to cushion the rope he turned into a makeshift leash. He looped the other end a couple of times around his leg so the cat could walk around a little yet not so much that she could reach the other guests. He also put down the bowl with stew for Nixie to have a taste. Once the little fluffball was tended to, did Mohdrak pull out the pouch.
'It's probably this you're smelling.' He held out the pouch should Amos wish to have a closer look. 'Remarkable little thing: just name the seasoning you want and it'll magically produce a pinch of it. Truly invaluable for someone who likes to cook.'
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As they pass the room with the stone Durnik will take a long look and make a mental note of any particularly interesting ones and will then follow the group. As they are served food Durnik will eagerly dig in to the stew despite his reservations and is pleasantly surprised to find it tastes a lot better than it initially smelled. He’s mostly quiet the whole time except to ask for a second helping once he’s finished.
Stonecunning: 17
When they exited the smaller spider-infested tunnel into the larger passageway, Durnik definitely noticed a change (for the better) in the quality of the stonecraft. Whereas the previous venue had been probably made by animal claws, the wider hallway was much more smooth, rounded and showed signs of tools.
Amos's home shows similarly excellent craftsmanship, as if a master mason and miner had built it. The colorful stones in the storage area and upon which you are seated remind the dwarf of something he saw in a traveling merchant's wares long ago, although at that time he was much larger and the stones much smaller. The vendor had called it a "rare wishstone" and it had been priced too high for Durnik to ask much about it at the time.
As the meal progresses, Amos continues to chatter away, asking about party members' home worlds, families, and other good-natured inquiries. He is quite interested in Mohdrak's Handy Spice Pouch and cooking in general. Realizing the minotaur's experience and skill, he confesses that his repertoire is pretty limited and would appreciate any vegetarian ideas that could be made from garden vegetables, roots and berries. He clearly enjoys the company, as the room's other occupants don't seem very loquacious. Except Toad. He is now imitating a cat being held down, shaved and water-boarded. The beetles' mandibles click away as they consume their fare, Chauncey unrolls a long feeding-tube to drink the soup, and you are completely baffled by how Nod the snail managed to wolf up his meal with no obvious orifices.
As the meal draws to a close, Amos sighs contentedly, leans back and pulls a pipe out of a vest pocket and begins to poke some pipe-weed into it. He asks the party, "So, what are you going to do now? I have a spare chamber or two if you need to rest. And I know something about the tunnels to the south of here."
“Well- this has been an amazing experience. I know we want to get big again soon, but perhaps we should explore some of this world as well. I’m interested in learning more from you- and these tunnels you describe.”. Cerlinde seems enchanted by the whole thing- even Toad’s horrific singing is charming, in a way.
Mohdrak thought Amos was too hard on himself and told him so during polite conversation. Given with what he had to work with, not everyone can enjoy the luxury of a high end kitchen stocked with premium ingredients, and it was more remarkable to do more with less.
After sharing some pointers on vegetarian dishes, Mohdrak listened in on Cerlinde's question regarding the tunnels. He doubted they would be able to return to normal size any time soon so having foreknowledge of their situation would prove valuable.
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"Well," drawls Amos, "this area of underground burrows was here before we came, remember Toad?" The campestri nods, and responds with Amos' own voice, "Yes, boss", and then launches into a sonic retelling of an epic fight between a flock of geese and a teakettle.
Amos continues, "Since tunneling and mining's somethin' I knows about, and we's needed a place to live, I set about widening a few, and made this here home fer us. So, if'n ye follow the main passage, it will lead you out to the surface, near ol' Erastus' garden." He smiles, indicating the carrot with his pipe. "If'n yer looking for a fight, some of the side tunnels will lead to rats' dens, or snakes and spiders and what-have-you. It took some convincin' but they mostly leaves me alone now. Sometimes the spiders forget, and I teases 'em a bit. Watch out for their queen though, she's a nasty one. She likes to collect sparkly things. Tried to take a wishstone from me, yes she did. Won't do that again, I wager."
"I do have something which might possibly be of use to ye," he says as he stands and leaves the room, returning momentarily with a large 5' diameter convex oval of clear glass. "This looks to be the lens which popped out of Erastus' or someone else's spectacles. Found it in the garden. I couldn't think of a use for it, but maybe ye can. If'n ye wants it."