"Your back!"  Vera exclaims as Wendigo stumbles back into the group's view, "What happen to you!?"

Knox watches Wendigo, waiting to hear what happened to him.

Wendigo grunts.

"Memory... gone. Thought you... wanted kill me."

Eldeth moves over to Wendigo and gives him a slap on the back.

"Knew ye'd shake yerself out o' it, yer tougher 'n ye look."

(Who is left for NPCs again?  Need to figure out who knows the path we need to take around the darklake.)

(Eldeth, Jimjar, Stool and Sarith.)

"Does anyone know the path we need to take around Darklake?" Jhazaal asks, glancing to the other pcs, then to the npcs.  "I think our previous guides have all run away during the demon attack..."

"Never been this deep in the Underdark before," she replies to the goblin.  Looking to Stool, "Would you know how to return us to your home by land?"  she then asks the little sprout.

Stool releases his telepathy spores once more, and speaks into everyone's minds.

"Certainly!  I could find the way from anywhere, I bet."

Sarith clears his throat.

"I could as well.  I was a scout before I was arrested, I know this part of the Underdark very well."

Jhazaal looks between the mushroom-man and the drow.  "Well good thing we have two of you to work together then."  He says with a nod.  "Which way do we go from here then?"

(Just to be clear—you're trying to go to Nevelight Grove now, not Gracklstugh?)

(OOC: Yea I think the plan was to originally get there by passing through Sloobludop but that's clearly no longer an option)

"How much longer is the trip by land?" Vera follows up to their two guides, "And does that path take us anywhere particularly... dangerous or hostile?"

Sarith resopnds.

"It's about the same distance.  And no, it doesn't."

He pauses.

"Well, the entire Underdark is dangerous or hostile.  But it shouldn't be any more so than usual."

Stool nods in agreement, his little mushroom cap head bobbing up and down.

"As long as no more... that."

A tall, elegant elf strides through the Underdark, his demeanor misplaced in this dark, dreary place. But he is here on a mission, and this mission he will complete. A rod sits on his belt near his spellbook, carved with various floral designs. He uses a quarterstaff in place of a walking stick, and it's movement is flawless, as if he has done it dozens of times before and has committed it to memory. His eyes are constantly darting from left to right, up and down, looking for any signs of danger or unusual sights.

Perception (if needed): 20

"Well, anyone need to rest up more?"  Jhazaal asks, his eyes scanning the darkness as he looks around the group.  He runs a hand over his bald head as he sits atop his bolder.  "We can probably put a bit more distance between us and the demon, then have a bit longer of a rest, unless some of you want to rest a bit longer before we head out."

Perception: 15 

Before she could respond to Jhazaal, Vera tensed up.  "Did you hear that?"  she asked quietly to the group.  "I think there's something approaching in the distance, be on guard."  Drawing her sword, she'll take a defensive position in front of the others and wait for whatever is approaching to appear.

"Hope it is not the demon..." Jhazaal says as he turns this way and that.  He ends up moving behind the boulder he was sitting on and hides.

Knox puts on his shield and draws his mace with his flaming hand.

Knox raises the hand with the mace, to try to get better spread of the meagre light it casts.

"I do not see or hear anything."

(You can assume he's basically in the middle of you at this point.)