Feu grabs the torch, surprised. "Oh! I actually was going to say for you three to guide the way. A torch might give away our location if the goblins mainly rely on seeing in the dark." Feu looks at the torch. "But..."
Feu casts Prestidigitation, snuffing out the fire. "Oh!" Surprised by the what happened, Feu proceeds to light and snuff out the torch multiple times with Prestidigitation, fixated on it.
Rweni’s eyes widen in genuine surprise and excitement. “Oh my, Feu! My first reaction was of extreme amazement! But now, I feel like a second class one-trick pony!” Her eyes brighten and she grins teasingly. “I’m joking of course! How neat-o!”
"Oh, thank you. Though I'm much more of a one trick pony." Feu scratches the back of their head. "I guess I'm just not used to lighting things on fire without an sudden explosion or noise."
Feu snuffs out the fire of the torch and tosses it to Killian. "Either way, if the goblins rely on just their vision to navigate through the dark, a torch would reveal us right away. Just make sure to tell me if there's any tricky paths to walk through."
“I’ve decent vision in the dark as well. C’mon! We’ll make sure you’re fine.”
Rweni grasps Feu by the hand, oblivious to any sort of boundaries they might have, and helps lead Feu into the cave. “I’ll let you know for sure if there is any footing you need to be aware of.”
"!" Feu shakes in a surprise, almost startled. "Ooookay. Just don't pull me suddenly." They say, with a puzzled expression. Looking at their suddenly grasped hand like someone seeing a new piece of technology for the first time, completely confused by it.
Rweni drops Feu’s hand suddenly. “I am SO sorry! I meant nothing of it. My father always said I was too touchy-feely!” She lowers her voice mimicking her father, “You’re just like your mother. Always got to touch and hug people, Rweni. You can not just do that. Not everyone is like that or even likes that.”
Rweni puts on a stoic and formal act, “May I help guide you, Feu?”
She gives a sheepish grin and offers her hand, palm up.
Feu slowly takes Rweni's hand. "It's okay. I guess I'm just sort of unused to physical touch, I guess?" Feu looks puzzled again. "I'll probably get used to it, it's just unusual for now."
They look at the cave's entrance. "Let's go then."
Sneaking along the stream, they enter the cave silently. Its twenty-foot-high ceiling is covered in stalactites. Darkness quickly consumes the party, and those without adapted eyes are blind to all before them.
Those who can see in the dark notice that just inside the cave mouth, a few uneven stone steps lead up to a small, dank chamber on the east side of the passage.
This chamber to the right narrows to a steep fissure at the far end, and is filled with the stench of animals.
Savage snarls and the sounds of rattling chains greet the adventurers’ ears, and they see the source soon enough—three wolves, each collared with chains leading to a loop around a stalagmite.
To the north, the main tunnel continues. All sound from that direction is drowned out by the stream.
(The cave is dark, requiring Darkvision or a torch to see.)
Still gagged, the goblins seem unable to reply to what is being done with Sildar in the cave, but they seem relieved to not be harmed further.
Feu squints, looking at the dark cave. "Okay, can any one of you see well in the dark?" They turn to the rest of the party.
Paren has darkvision
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Rweni waltzes up to Killian, takes a torch and thanks him. Then says “Light my fire!”
The torch lights up and Rweni hands it to Feu. “There you go, Feu!”
Feu grabs the torch, surprised. "Oh! I actually was going to say for you three to guide the way. A torch might give away our location if the goblins mainly rely on seeing in the dark." Feu looks at the torch. "But..."
Feu casts Prestidigitation, snuffing out the fire. "Oh!" Surprised by the what happened, Feu proceeds to light and snuff out the torch multiple times with Prestidigitation, fixated on it.
Rweni’s eyes widen in genuine surprise and excitement. “Oh my, Feu! My first reaction was of extreme amazement! But now, I feel like a second class one-trick pony!” Her eyes brighten and she grins teasingly. “I’m joking of course! How neat-o!”
"Oh, thank you. Though I'm much more of a one trick pony." Feu scratches the back of their head. "I guess I'm just not used to lighting things on fire without an sudden explosion or noise."
Feu snuffs out the fire of the torch and tosses it to Killian. "Either way, if the goblins rely on just their vision to navigate through the dark, a torch would reveal us right away. Just make sure to tell me if there's any tricky paths to walk through."
“I’ve decent vision in the dark as well. C’mon! We’ll make sure you’re fine.”
Rweni grasps Feu by the hand, oblivious to any sort of boundaries they might have, and helps lead Feu into the cave. “I’ll let you know for sure if there is any footing you need to be aware of.”
"!" Feu shakes in a surprise, almost startled. "Ooookay. Just don't pull me suddenly." They say, with a puzzled expression. Looking at their suddenly grasped hand like someone seeing a new piece of technology for the first time, completely confused by it.
Rweni drops Feu’s hand suddenly. “I am SO sorry! I meant nothing of it. My father always said I was too touchy-feely!” She lowers her voice mimicking her father, “You’re just like your mother. Always got to touch and hug people, Rweni. You can not just do that. Not everyone is like that or even likes that.”
Rweni puts on a stoic and formal act, “May I help guide you, Feu?”
She gives a sheepish grin and offers her hand, palm up.
Feu slowly takes Rweni's hand. "It's okay. I guess I'm just sort of unused to physical touch, I guess?" Feu looks puzzled again. "I'll probably get used to it, it's just unusual for now."
They look at the cave's entrance. "Let's go then."
(Stealth checks please, everyone.)
Stealth: 18
Stealth: 22
Paren Stealth 18
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Sneaking along the stream, they enter the cave silently. Its twenty-foot-high ceiling is covered in stalactites. Darkness quickly consumes the party, and those without adapted eyes are blind to all before them.
Those who can see in the dark notice that just inside the cave mouth, a few uneven stone steps lead up to a small, dank chamber on the east side of the passage.
This chamber to the right narrows to a steep fissure at the far end, and is filled with the stench of animals.
Savage snarls and the sounds of rattling chains greet the adventurers’ ears, and they see the source soon enough—three wolves, each collared with chains leading to a loop around a stalagmite.
To the north, the main tunnel continues. All sound from that direction is drowned out by the stream.