Darnell draws his makeshift dagger, peering around nervously.

Perception: 7

The group does a bit of searching. Without any tracks to follow from their winged friend, they are looking blindly. Please could people make DC 12 Constitution Saving Throw, taking a point of exhaustion on a failure due to how much you've pushed yourselves so far.

After a long while of wandering, they hear some slight scuffing noises. Simmeat, Mara, and Killian hear hushed tones of talking, Simmeat being the only one who can decipher what the language is.

For Simmeat:

Sim held up a hand to halt the group. "Voices. They're talking about Dark. And us." The dwarf whispered, looking afraid.

Con Saving Throw: 23

CON save: 24

 Mara frowns and nods at what SIM says, readying herself for yet another fight if it came to that.

Constitution: 6

Killian hearing the scuffing noises and what Sim said let's out a heavy agitated sigh, "does it sound aggressive? If you understand them can you reply that we do not wish to fight but seek help?, I'm pretty beat I don't think I could fight again" he addressed Sim almost pleading.

Con saving throw: 15

As the group is discussing their actions, they hear a slightly deep voice ask out (in common) from the darkness.

"Are you of the lost souls?"

There is a another bit of noise as slowly coming into the light of the torches is a deep gnome. He is a little over three feet tall, wearing some pelts of what appears to be wolf, and has a couple of small pouches. "You are not spirits of the deadwood, are you?" He keeps his hands held up in a peaceful gesture.

Con Save 16

"No we are not of the lost souls or dead wood you speak of, That's close enough gnome."  Killian commanded deepening his voice into an authoritative tone. His former days running a ship as the captain kick in instinctively, "Who else are you with and why are you here?"   

There appears to be a look of shock, then of mild delight on the deep gnome's face. "Magga Cammara, you are not spirits." The deep gnome doesn't step forward, keeping to Kilian's warning. "Tell me, are you missing one of your number?"

"That we are. Have  you seen our avian friend? I ask again what business do you have here and who else are you with" Killian will look around best he can into the dark wooded area for any other beings making their way toward them.

Perception: 3

preoccupied with the gnome in front of him he can't seem to see anything other then the short man covered in furs.Because although seeming looking around, his eyes stay on the gnome.

"Your companion is safe for the moment." The deep gnome replies, frowning slightly. "And I should ask you the same. You do not seem to know what this place is. Why are you here?"

Mara looks at the deep gnome with curiosity, having only ever seen one other deep gnome when an expedition of hers had accidently ended up on the underdark. "We all woke up here in strange cells. Each of us was doing something different when we blacked out."

"Magga Cammara." The deep gnome repeats, his hands slowly dropping to his sides. "If you stow your weapons, I shall lead you to your winged companion."

Seeing as she has no weapons, Mara will look to the rest of those she has been traveling with. She will keep her torch held high though as she refuses to be without a way to see.

Killian showing his hands are empty other than the torch he is holding, Looks to Darnell as to suggest he stow his dagger but be cautious. the same looks to Rumble and Orianna who each hold a club at their sides. "What is your name gnome? Mine is Killian, the others can speak for them selves. Once a captain of a great ship, Killians eyes seem to twinkle thinking about his ship, i have no crew to speak for here."

Sim studied the gnome intently. 

This seems too convenient...

Insight: 22

(The dice system really likes Sim today.)

"You may call me Mara." She tells the gnome with a polite smile, not giving to much about herself. She like Simmessr is wary but will keep that to herself for the time being. That and it could simply be a side effect of her being tired."

To Simmeat (looks like the RNG is with you today):

"You can call me Mairshall." The gnome responds. "Come, your companion is over here with my partner." He turns to lead the group, grabbing something from within one of the pouches, producing a light. "You may want to conserve your torches. The spirits here are not fond of fire." Mairshall leads the group to a set of trees nearby where another deep gnome appears to be stood by the tree, watching the group. Beside him appears to be an unconscious Darkwing, some rags are tied onto him as bandages.

"What happened? And what is this place?" Simmeat said once they arrived at the place where Dark was kept.