The tense expression on Thraxinthos' face sags with relief when the youthful Selunite manages to shutter the dome at the top of the Astronomy Tower before any cultists can enter. "Good. Good work, saviour."The crimson dragonborn sighs, then speeds back downstairs, knowing that their reprieve is likely to be short-lived. Dralmorrer remains tucked under his arm, bouncing around helpless and doll-like - the commander of the cultists infantilised through this treatment. "They will still try to get in. No more time. Saviours must hurry!"
However, as he beholds the newly hatched dragon for the first time, multiple sets of eyelids blink in astonishment. "Where... where did that come from?" The barbarian looks stunned, approaching the infant cautiously, a hard look on his face. "Black dragons are evil. The most cruel. The most angry. Usually alone. Dangerous."
He extends one immense claw, only to use it, unexpectedly, to stroke the hatchling's tiny head. His gentleness is almost comical - even restrained, Thrax's 'delicate' touch threatens to knock the little creature over. "They say much the same. About red dragons. Red dragonborn." He frowns in thought and steadies the child, feeling a peculiar kinship with the hatchling. If Bahamut could open a path for one such as he, why not for this black dragon child? Wasn't that what he had learned? It was choice and action, not the colour of scales that made a creature what it was.
Images flash unbidden in his mind - monstrous 'brothers' that he glimpsed through the tiliskub appear before Thrax's eyes once more. "Waervaerendor and Voaraghamanthar. Strange that they should all be together. Their child. Or their clutchmates. Their family?"
History: 9. (Does Thrax recognise the murky potion or the emblem on the badge discovered earlier?)
The black dragon hatchling lets out a harmless sneeze at Zeds boop and looks to Thrax like a baby pup would to its parent. It begins leaning into Thrax's hand and stumbles over to the rations once taken out and takes a big bite. It eats awkwardly and somewhat of a mess as it more often than not tries to swallow the food without chewing.
Even as acid drips from the hatchling's sharp teeth, the young blonde selûnite can't help but smile warmly at the utter cuteness of the wyrmling cuddling up to his uncle Thrax. "Awe, we should bring it along, prove to the world that evil is not inherent in any creature."She says softly with the naïve hope of the innocent shimmering in her starry golden eyes.
Thraxinthos gazes uncertainly at the tiny, fragile creature. The barbarian was built for battering and breaking, for war and violence - what did a fool with an axe know about caring for a child? Surely the infant would fare better in the care of the Selunite, the yuan-ti, the egg-bearer or the little one with the temper? And yet as the hatchling bumps her snout against his palm, the dragonborn's golden grow molten and dewy with sudden affection. He marvels at the mirrored scales, crimson upon jet black, and a low rumble escapes Thrax's mouth in the language of Draconic:
"Hrmgh. Do not eat so fast, little one. Chew. Then swallow. There, there. You... you are safe."
The words surprise him. They sound strange, gentle, and utterly unlike the voice he knows. Thrax crushes the rations Zeds provides between his fingers, and gently proffers morsels to the tiny snapping jaws of the wyrmling. With growing tenderness, he scoops the child up and cradles him in his one free arm, a paternal look in his fearsome eyes.
"You are right, saviour. We will bring her. We will keep her safe."
"Black dragons are evil. The most cruel. The most angry. Usually alone. Dangerous."
He extends one immense claw, only to use it, unexpectedly, to stroke the hatchling's tiny head. His gentleness is almost comical - even restrained, Thrax's 'delicate' touch threatens to knock the little creature over. "They say much the same. About red dragons. Red dragonborn."
Ixsas nods to Thrax. He says, "They say the same thing about those with Yuan-Ti blood in my homeland," as he removes his helmet and lowers his headscarf for a moment to show his bald, scaled head and face to the baby dragon. While his skin is a coppery brown, the scales themselves are a dark, dusky black. Not metallic and reflective, like the dragon's, but at least a similar color. Looking at the dragon wyrmling, he smiles without showing any teeth, and meets its eyes for a moment. He says, "But there is no heart so dark that the Firelord cannot bring it into the Light."
Ixsas casts Light on his amulet and blesses the little dragon, intoning, "May Kossuth's blessings be upon this one, and the Light guide the dragon to good deeds!"
Images flash unbidden in his mind - monstrous 'brothers' that he glimpsed through the tiliskub appear before Thrax's eyes once more. "Waervaerendor and Voaraghamanthar. Strange that they should all be together. Their child. Or their clutchmates. Their family?"
Ixsas isn't sure. Krackle found the egg before he joined Zeds's and Krackle's caravan. "There's no way to be sure. They found the egg far from here, incubated by the Cult of the Dragon to raise a new army for the Queen of Dragons. I think that it's best that the dragon brothers do not see it. If they do not kill the helpless wyrmling over their own greed and protection of their territory, then they may take it to raise in their own way."
"Awe, we should bring it along, prove to the world that evil is not inherent in any creature."She says softly with the naïve hope of the innocent shimmering in her starry golden eyes.
A brief vision flashes in Ixsas's mind: himself showing the future-adult black dragon who serves the Light! It would be a great prize for the Firelord: a proof of Kossuth's power and a rebuke to the Dragon Queen. "Yes," he agrees with Seraphina. "We should take it the wyrmling with us. What treasure is greater than a dragon wyrmling to this cult? Who would doubt that your Dralmorrer would take such a treasure to the caverns to personally escort it to....well, wherever the other treasure goes."
"There's was a bunch of dragon eggs. Most... broke. Krackle was able to save this one though," Zeds offers as explanation. "I don't know about dragon reproduction. No idea if they lay one egg at a time or dozens. So I have no idea if all the eggs were from the same dragon or if the hatchery was for a variety of different dragon eggs."
Zeds is a little annoyed with Thrax butting right in to take over the seeing to of the new hatchling. And of the hatchling's taking to Thrax so quickly. It was Krackle and himself (mainly Krackle) who dragged that damn egg from Hobbiton to Mordor and back, kept it warm and safe and who at times had their very existence threatened by merely having the thing... Then again Zeds suspected they wouldn't really have the thing with them for very much longer.
"Let's none of us go getting attached now, ya hear?" Zeds offers despite seeing others doing just that. "This isn't some Goldendoodle puppy who'll curl up behind your knees even when full grown. Angry and cruel or not, this this is going to grow up to be dangerous no matter what. Probably is so now," Zeds says. "Soon enough it'll be able to hurt or kill us accidentally even if it is the most kind hearted dragon ever... And it's not like we're living a life amenable to dedicating the time and resources needed to try to raise the thing to be anything near tame or such. Best case scenario we're going to have to set them free to try to make it on their own just for practicality reasons. If that is even ethical or not..."
"And worst case... Well, there's several worst cases that can be easily foreseen."
The young blonde selûnite nods in agreement with the rogue. "I agree we should be cautious, but for now I would say it is worth the risk to bring the dragon cub along."She says with a gentle tone, trying to sound diplomatic about it, not that she would expect to be able to convince the massive red dragonborn to not bring the little one along anyway. With that, Seraphina again assumes the appearance of their captive, then making sure the others were ready to leave the tower before going downstairs and to the locked door there.
The outer door would open and anyone present on the inner courtyard would see Dralmorrer glaring at them all. "I bear great news. The Queen of Dragons has blessed us with the arrival of a new dragon to serve her glory. My interrogations have yielded that our enemies might seek to interfere with the ritual I will perform to her so I command you all to protect the castle while I perform the sacrifice of this infiltrator to honour our Queen. Make sure no one follows us into the caverns or you will all feel the wrath of our queen."Dralmorrer's harsh voice can be heard as he motions to the prisoner carried by the massive red dragonborn.
Dralomorrer would then march over the inner courtyard and head for the stairs to the carverns.
Deception: 16 Another roll if help somehow is provided: 17 + Guidance: 1 Intimidation: 20 Another roll if help somehow is provided: 10
Thrax is buoyed by Ixsas' blessing for the young wyrm, and the confirmation of his own feelings. A warmth like simmering coals spreads through his chest, feeling the yuan-ti to be something of a kindred spirit. "You are wise. Very wise. It does me honour. Honour to travel with one such as you, saviour."
The dragonborn's gruesome smile turns to a growl of warning at Zeds' more cynical appraisal of the path that lies ahead, but he has no reply for him. Thraxinthos has his own doubts about his suitability to care for a baby dragon, but every time he looks at the fragile thing, his doubts ebb away and his resolve to care for the babe hardens.
Before long, Seraphina makes the great gamble, opening the front door to the Astronomy Tower and delivering a fine speech, as grand and intimidating as any leader of the cult of the Dragon. With Dralmorrer gagged and restrained, removed of his possessions and his identity concealed by the pillowcase over his head, Thrax drags out the man who was once commander of this castle.
"This faithless one. This one dies. His blood to honour a new dragon. Newly come into this world." Thrax roars in Draconic, holding Dralmorrer aloft by the throat. "Out of the Dining Hall. Get to your posts. Or you will bleed. Bleed and burn like him!"
Zeds just goes with it. As SeraDrally is about to open the door he pulls out the mask and slips it on. Hopefully it'll add more credence to this being a cult thing somehow but if not... well he doesn't see how it could hurt. He follows a step behind and to one side hoping to look like a bodyguard or enforcer or some such. He doesn't speak, not wanting to add too many voices to the mix, be he tries to convey a lot through his posture and his glares.
The 8 cultists with the spectral dragon wings bow to Seraphina (Guised as Dralmorrer) "That explains the ravens warning squawk we heard. I will make it so" they offer a curt bow and take flight to ensure the castle remains safe.
The party enters the dining hall (Q) and get some looks from the bullywugs and lizardfolk but they do not interfere with the party, In time the party takes the stairs down into the cavern.
The steps down from the southwest tower of Castle Naerytar spill out into this chamber. The chamber is brightly lit by one lantern hanging next to the entrance steps and another hanging near the northwest opening to area 9. The water flooding the center is only a puddle with a depth of 1 foot at the center. The gap in the wall is only 3 ft high so you would need to crouch to get to area 2.
There is no one in area 1
Everyone one please roll Perception DC 12
on success
You see only bullywug tracks using the Southeastern passage.
Things are moving quick now, but as the others prepare to leave the Astronomy Tower, Ixsas makes one (or two) brief attempt to break a link in the chains that bind the chests together with his dagger. He keeps worrying that there may be something they need here in Dralmorrer's room to help them get out of the castle through the caverns. If he could break one more chest free, then he'll carry it down with them.
With or without the chest, Ixsas carefully wraps his face with his headscarf, dons his help and shield, and follows Seraphina-Dralmorrer and Thrax. He is impressed by Seraphina's performance and amused by Thrax's theatrics. Like Zeds, he keeps quiet, just trying not to give away the game. If he was able to get one of the chests free, he carries it like an "offering" in a service at his temple.
Ixsas scans the room in the bright light, relieved not to see any immediate threats after all of the trouble they've had with the Cult of the Dragon at this castle. He scans the room and taps Zeds on the shoulder, pointing to the passage that leads away to the southeast: "Tracks in the dirt. It looks like bullywugs come down here, going that way."
Zeds nods at the tracks heading to the southeast, he had noticed them as well (Perception 13) but not given them overmuch thought before they were pointed out. Once they are he takes note that they seem to be purely Bullywug tracks and that makes him curious so he spends a moment or three trying to identify tracks heading to the gap in the wall and then on the other side of the water and heading northwestern... He's not entering the gap yet, just trying to discern tracks outside of it.
(Yes but I'm trying to see if there are tracks (and if so, what kind) going towards area 2 or 9... Perception, if needed... Just 8, so I may not make any out. *shrug*)
Ixsas broke free 1 chest. Which chest do you take?
Ixsas took chest 5. He's not sure whether the chests are ordered in any way, but he was more interested in the potions and medallion (from chests 4 and 6) than he was in the gold (from chests 1 and 3). Once the party is down in area 1, he moves toward the water and sets down the chest against the wall on the south side of the water, near where it flows through the gap to area 2. He wants to have his hands free in case anything attacks them here.
Ixsas points to the lanterns, "No one came down ahead of us to light the lanterns, so someone must come down to here to refill their oil regularly. These caverns must be very important or perhaps frequently visited by those who cannot see well in the dark. Seraphina may have bought us some time to look around, but I do not think that we should loiter long. We need to figure out where the cult is taking the stolen treasure and -- Kossuth willing -- find an exit for ourselves."
Dralmorrer, now radiating a soft magical light, simply nods as the kossuthan mentions the tracks, but he stood ready to command any draconic minions coming in their way. "We should hurry." Dralmorrers voice can be heard, ready to follow the others in whichever direction they chose to find an exit out of these damp caverns. There was likely not much time before the enemies above realized what had happened in the tower.
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The tense expression on Thraxinthos' face sags with relief when the youthful Selunite manages to shutter the dome at the top of the Astronomy Tower before any cultists can enter. "Good. Good work, saviour." The crimson dragonborn sighs, then speeds back downstairs, knowing that their reprieve is likely to be short-lived. Dralmorrer remains tucked under his arm, bouncing around helpless and doll-like - the commander of the cultists infantilised through this treatment. "They will still try to get in. No more time. Saviours must hurry!"
However, as he beholds the newly hatched dragon for the first time, multiple sets of eyelids blink in astonishment. "Where... where did that come from?" The barbarian looks stunned, approaching the infant cautiously, a hard look on his face. "Black dragons are evil. The most cruel. The most angry. Usually alone. Dangerous."
He extends one immense claw, only to use it, unexpectedly, to stroke the hatchling's tiny head. His gentleness is almost comical - even restrained, Thrax's 'delicate' touch threatens to knock the little creature over. "They say much the same. About red dragons. Red dragonborn." He frowns in thought and steadies the child, feeling a peculiar kinship with the hatchling. If Bahamut could open a path for one such as he, why not for this black dragon child? Wasn't that what he had learned? It was choice and action, not the colour of scales that made a creature what it was.
Images flash unbidden in his mind - monstrous 'brothers' that he glimpsed through the tiliskub appear before Thrax's eyes once more. "Waervaerendor and Voaraghamanthar. Strange that they should all be together. Their child. Or their clutchmates. Their family?"
History: 9. (Does Thrax recognise the murky potion or the emblem on the badge discovered earlier?)
Thrax does not recognize those items.
The black dragon hatchling lets out a harmless sneeze at Zeds boop and looks to Thrax like a baby pup would to its parent. It begins leaning into Thrax's hand and stumbles over to the rations once taken out and takes a big bite. It eats awkwardly and somewhat of a mess as it more often than not tries to swallow the food without chewing.
Even as acid drips from the hatchling's sharp teeth, the young blonde selûnite can't help but smile warmly at the utter cuteness of the wyrmling cuddling up to his uncle Thrax. "Awe, we should bring it along, prove to the world that evil is not inherent in any creature." She says softly with the naïve hope of the innocent shimmering in her starry golden eyes.
Thraxinthos gazes uncertainly at the tiny, fragile creature. The barbarian was built for battering and breaking, for war and violence - what did a fool with an axe know about caring for a child? Surely the infant would fare better in the care of the Selunite, the yuan-ti, the egg-bearer or the little one with the temper? And yet as the hatchling bumps her snout against his palm, the dragonborn's golden grow molten and dewy with sudden affection. He marvels at the mirrored scales, crimson upon jet black, and a low rumble escapes Thrax's mouth in the language of Draconic:
"Hrmgh. Do not eat so fast, little one. Chew. Then swallow. There, there. You... you are safe."
The words surprise him. They sound strange, gentle, and utterly unlike the voice he knows. Thrax crushes the rations Zeds provides between his fingers, and gently proffers morsels to the tiny snapping jaws of the wyrmling. With growing tenderness, he scoops the child up and cradles him in his one free arm, a paternal look in his fearsome eyes.
"You are right, saviour. We will bring her. We will keep her safe."
Initially stunned by the new complication of Krackle's "baby," Ixsas is relieved when it doesn't immediately attack Zeds.
Ixsas nods to Thrax. He says, "They say the same thing about those with Yuan-Ti blood in my homeland," as he removes his helmet and lowers his headscarf for a moment to show his bald, scaled head and face to the baby dragon. While his skin is a coppery brown, the scales themselves are a dark, dusky black. Not metallic and reflective, like the dragon's, but at least a similar color. Looking at the dragon wyrmling, he smiles without showing any teeth, and meets its eyes for a moment. He says, "But there is no heart so dark that the Firelord cannot bring it into the Light."
Ixsas casts Light on his amulet and blesses the little dragon, intoning, "May Kossuth's blessings be upon this one, and the Light guide the dragon to good deeds!"
Ixsas isn't sure. Krackle found the egg before he joined Zeds's and Krackle's caravan. "There's no way to be sure. They found the egg far from here, incubated by the Cult of the Dragon to raise a new army for the Queen of Dragons. I think that it's best that the dragon brothers do not see it. If they do not kill the helpless wyrmling over their own greed and protection of their territory, then they may take it to raise in their own way."
A brief vision flashes in Ixsas's mind: himself showing the future-adult black dragon who serves the Light! It would be a great prize for the Firelord: a proof of Kossuth's power and a rebuke to the Dragon Queen. "Yes," he agrees with Seraphina. "We should take it the wyrmling with us. What treasure is greater than a dragon wyrmling to this cult? Who would doubt that your Dralmorrer would take such a treasure to the caverns to personally escort it to....well, wherever the other treasure goes."
"There's was a bunch of dragon eggs. Most... broke. Krackle was able to save this one though," Zeds offers as explanation. "I don't know about dragon reproduction. No idea if they lay one egg at a time or dozens. So I have no idea if all the eggs were from the same dragon or if the hatchery was for a variety of different dragon eggs."
Zeds is a little annoyed with Thrax butting right in to take over the seeing to of the new hatchling. And of the hatchling's taking to Thrax so quickly. It was Krackle and himself (mainly Krackle) who dragged that damn egg from Hobbiton to Mordor and back, kept it warm and safe and who at times had their very existence threatened by merely having the thing... Then again Zeds suspected they wouldn't really have the thing with them for very much longer.
"Let's none of us go getting attached now, ya hear?" Zeds offers despite seeing others doing just that. "This isn't some Goldendoodle puppy who'll curl up behind your knees even when full grown. Angry and cruel or not, this this is going to grow up to be dangerous no matter what. Probably is so now," Zeds says. "Soon enough it'll be able to hurt or kill us accidentally even if it is the most kind hearted dragon ever... And it's not like we're living a life amenable to dedicating the time and resources needed to try to raise the thing to be anything near tame or such. Best case scenario we're going to have to set them free to try to make it on their own just for practicality reasons. If that is even ethical or not..."
"And worst case... Well, there's several worst cases that can be easily foreseen."
The young blonde selûnite nods in agreement with the rogue. "I agree we should be cautious, but for now I would say it is worth the risk to bring the dragon cub along." She says with a gentle tone, trying to sound diplomatic about it, not that she would expect to be able to convince the massive red dragonborn to not bring the little one along anyway. With that, Seraphina again assumes the appearance of their captive, then making sure the others were ready to leave the tower before going downstairs and to the locked door there.
The outer door would open and anyone present on the inner courtyard would see Dralmorrer glaring at them all. "I bear great news. The Queen of Dragons has blessed us with the arrival of a new dragon to serve her glory. My interrogations have yielded that our enemies might seek to interfere with the ritual I will perform to her so I command you all to protect the castle while I perform the sacrifice of this infiltrator to honour our Queen. Make sure no one follows us into the caverns or you will all feel the wrath of our queen." Dralmorrer's harsh voice can be heard as he motions to the prisoner carried by the massive red dragonborn.
Dralomorrer would then march over the inner courtyard and head for the stairs to the carverns.
Deception: 16 Another roll if help somehow is provided: 17 + Guidance: 1
Intimidation: 20 Another roll if help somehow is provided: 10
Thrax is buoyed by Ixsas' blessing for the young wyrm, and the confirmation of his own feelings. A warmth like simmering coals spreads through his chest, feeling the yuan-ti to be something of a kindred spirit. "You are wise. Very wise. It does me honour. Honour to travel with one such as you, saviour."
The dragonborn's gruesome smile turns to a growl of warning at Zeds' more cynical appraisal of the path that lies ahead, but he has no reply for him. Thraxinthos has his own doubts about his suitability to care for a baby dragon, but every time he looks at the fragile thing, his doubts ebb away and his resolve to care for the babe hardens.
Before long, Seraphina makes the great gamble, opening the front door to the Astronomy Tower and delivering a fine speech, as grand and intimidating as any leader of the cult of the Dragon. With Dralmorrer gagged and restrained, removed of his possessions and his identity concealed by the pillowcase over his head, Thrax drags out the man who was once commander of this castle.
"This faithless one. This one dies. His blood to honour a new dragon. Newly come into this world." Thrax roars in Draconic, holding Dralmorrer aloft by the throat. "Out of the Dining Hall. Get to your posts. Or you will bleed. Bleed and burn like him!"
OOC: Giving the Help action to Seraphina.
Zeds just goes with it. As SeraDrally is about to open the door he pulls out the mask and slips it on. Hopefully it'll add more credence to this being a cult thing somehow but if not... well he doesn't see how it could hurt. He follows a step behind and to one side hoping to look like a bodyguard or enforcer or some such. He doesn't speak, not wanting to add too many voices to the mix, be he tries to convey a lot through his posture and his glares.
The 8 cultists with the spectral dragon wings bow to Seraphina (Guised as Dralmorrer) "That explains the ravens warning squawk we heard. I will make it so" they offer a curt bow and take flight to ensure the castle remains safe.
The party enters the dining hall (Q) and get some looks from the bullywugs and lizardfolk but they do not interfere with the party, In time the party takes the stairs down into the cavern.
The caverns. The party is at 1 on the map
Area 1
The steps down from the southwest tower of Castle Naerytar spill out into this chamber. The chamber is brightly lit by one lantern hanging next to the entrance steps and another hanging near the northwest opening to area 9. The water flooding the center is only a puddle with a depth of 1 foot at the center. The gap in the wall is only 3 ft high so you would need to crouch to get to area 2.
There is no one in area 1
Everyone one please roll Perception DC 12
on success
You see only bullywug tracks using the Southeastern passage.
Things are moving quick now, but as the others prepare to leave the Astronomy Tower, Ixsas makes one (or two) brief attempt to break a link in the chains that bind the chests together with his dagger. He keeps worrying that there may be something they need here in Dralmorrer's room to help them get out of the castle through the caverns. If he could break one more chest free, then he'll carry it down with them.
Attempt 1, Dagger: 14, Damage: 3
Attempt 2, Dagger: 25 (a nat-20), Damage: 6
With or without the chest, Ixsas carefully wraps his face with his headscarf, dons his help and shield, and follows Seraphina-Dralmorrer and Thrax. He is impressed by Seraphina's performance and amused by Thrax's theatrics. Like Zeds, he keeps quiet, just trying not to give away the game. If he was able to get one of the chests free, he carries it like an "offering" in a service at his temple.
Ixsas - Perception: 22 (in game log)
Ixsas scans the room in the bright light, relieved not to see any immediate threats after all of the trouble they've had with the Cult of the Dragon at this castle. He scans the room and taps Zeds on the shoulder, pointing to the passage that leads away to the southeast: "Tracks in the dirt. It looks like bullywugs come down here, going that way."
Ixsas broke free 1 chest. Which chest do you take?
Zeds nods at the tracks heading to the southeast, he had noticed them as well (Perception 13) but not given them overmuch thought before they were pointed out. Once they are he takes note that they seem to be purely Bullywug tracks and that makes him curious so he spends a moment or three trying to identify tracks heading to the gap in the wall and then on the other side of the water and heading northwestern... He's not entering the gap yet, just trying to discern tracks outside of it.
The bullywug tracks leads to Area 3
Looking through the gap you see the glint of gems on the east side of Area 2.
(Yes but I'm trying to see if there are tracks (and if so, what kind) going towards area 2 or 9... Perception, if needed... Just 8, so I may not make any out. *shrug*)
Zeds cannot discern any other tracks going to area 2 or 9.
Ixsas took chest 5. He's not sure whether the chests are ordered in any way, but he was more interested in the potions and medallion (from chests 4 and 6) than he was in the gold (from chests 1 and 3). Once the party is down in area 1, he moves toward the water and sets down the chest against the wall on the south side of the water, near where it flows through the gap to area 2. He wants to have his hands free in case anything attacks them here.
Ixsas points to the lanterns, "No one came down ahead of us to light the lanterns, so someone must come down to here to refill their oil regularly. These caverns must be very important or perhaps frequently visited by those who cannot see well in the dark. Seraphina may have bought us some time to look around, but I do not think that we should loiter long. We need to figure out where the cult is taking the stolen treasure and -- Kossuth willing -- find an exit for ourselves."
Dralmorrer, now radiating a soft magical light, simply nods as the kossuthan mentions the tracks, but he stood ready to command any draconic minions coming in their way. "We should hurry." Dralmorrers voice can be heard, ready to follow the others in whichever direction they chose to find an exit out of these damp caverns. There was likely not much time before the enemies above realized what had happened in the tower.
(Cast light)