((Makes sense))

Oni will take another two handed swing with his longsword

Attack: 16

Damage: 8

Oni ends Grimjaws' life, and the great wolf's shaggy corpse falls at your feet.

(So much for my 100 HP Dire Wolf.)

((Yeah that thing had some pent up aggression taken out on it lol))

Oni reverts back to his Tiefling form and wipes the wolf’s blood off of his longsword. ”Well, the plan kinda worked. I think we are improving our coordination. Should we check out the cave?”

Misha thanked Bane silently for the kill. It was a strong wolf, and fought bravely. She placed a hand on its head.

”You fought well. Be at peace.”

She slowly turned towards the cave, peering inside. Hearing Oni’s words, she raised her shield and slowly walked in.

Grum emerges from his vantage point to join those who had fought up close with the beast.  He looks at them with increasing respect for facing such a foe at such close range.  "Is everyone ok?" he asks, before moving to take a closer look at the wolf.  Grum thinks about taking some of its pelt, but then notices Misha walking into the cave.

"Misha!" he calls.  "Let me go first and check it out.  I can see in the dark, and I'm not wearing loud clanky armour."

Jill ends the Crimson Rite and the wound on her shoulder closes at the same time the ice on her blade melts. She looks at Oni as he returns to his normal form. "Respect."

Oni looks at Jill and slightly bows his head.”To you as well. May I ask you something?”

"Go for it."

”When you wound yourself your weapon’s power seems to have a magical effect. What exactly causes that?”

"Ah. You weren't there last night when I explained this to the group. When I was younger, I was trained by a group of individuals that altered their bodies so that they could become powerful enough to fight monsters. I myself went through these alterations, imbibing a potion that changed my blood, giving it the ability to enchant my weapon, among other things." 

Misha turns to Grum.

“Ach, a good idea, friend! Misha have big hammer but sometimes small brain because bravery blind eyes. I will stand guard outside.”

Misha feels something poking her gently, looks down. One of Natashas arrows was lodged in a safe place in her armor by her rump. Must of been that stray shot. She carefully pulled it out where it was stuck, and handed it back to her.

”Little sunflower, believe this belong to you, ya? I am not big bad puppy, no?” she teased, winking at you.

”Interesting. Enchanting you’re weapon with your blood is something I’ve never heard of. I bond with my weapon through my crystal but it’s not something I fully understand. I’d be interested to learn more when you have the time.”

"Honestly, there isn't much to learn. You consume an alchemical concoction and you either survive and come out stronger or die in agony as your body tries to go through changes that it was never meant to endure. After going through it, I wouldn't really recommend it."

Grum sneaks into the cave and takes a look around with his darkvison.

Stealth19

Perception 10

Natasha grumbled as she put away her bow while walking to rejoin the others, frustrated at how she missed the killing blow. How could I miss? It was on its knees! And I missed! Am I an idiot?  The ranger hadn’t noticed where the arrow struck until Misha had come up and returned it to her, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.

”Ugh, sorry about that, Misha,” She murmured, taking the arrow from the others hands. “Thanks, it didn’t hurt you, right? Doubt it but...”

"No, sweet girl, not hurt. Misha tough lady." Misha brushes your cheek with her hand, ending in playfully, pinching your chin. "Almost got keeling blow! So close! Do not worry, no lost honor in act. We fought powerful foe. Bane's glory shines on us this day." Her eyes linger a bit on you before returning to guard the cave entrance.

”Well then never mind. I was hoping I could learn something that helps me understand this,” as he pulls out his crystal, ”but I guess not. Thank you for your honesty, it can be hard to find.”

Oni walks towards the cave (as long as Jill says nothing else) and takes a peak inside, not wanting to go in just wanting to look around.

Perception: 17

The foul stench inside the cave is overwhelming. Bones, some of which still retain a few scraps of decomposing flesh, refuse, and wolf hair is scattered about the stone floor. The den is relatively small, just large enough to accommodate Grimjaws. A decaying dwarven skeleton in one corner, still intact due to the wolf's inability to bite through the many layers of chain mail, lies in one corner of the cave. The chain mail gleams brightly, untouched by dirt or rust, and the dwarf's skeletal hands clutch a battleaxe engraved with various dwarven runes.

"I think it's safe to come in here.  It's not exactly pleasant, but there's nothing else alive at least."  

Grum walks over to the dead dwarf, checking the rest of the den carefully as he goes for anything that might harm him or his fellow Dire Wolf-slayers.

Investigation: 9

Jill pulls a cloth around her nose and enters the cave. "Interesting. This armor and battleaxe look like they're brand-new, even though they've been among this filth for some time now. Perhaps it is magical." And Jill is going to examine the axe and chainmail, taking it off the dead dwarf if need be.