The trog shrugs.

"Neverlight Grove is as good a first destination as any.  The myconids are very attuned to nature, and might know more than I do.  After that, I’d suggest heading to Gracklstugh or Bligdenstone.  Gracklstugh is less friendly to outsiders, but is closer."

Miles:

Seeing that the troglodyte isn't going anywhere particular and doesn't seem to need/want their help at this time, Miles nods to Jhazaal  with a shrug, "Neverlight Grove seems like the right place to go then, at least until our friend has any strong leads on the source of this demonic invasion."

Turning to face the troglodyte, Miles says, "I wish you the best of luck in your investigations, and if you find something more actionable, come find us and let us help deal with it.  I, uh, didn't catch your name, by the way.  I am Miles the Chef."

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Miles:

Seeing that the troglodyte isn't going anywhere particular and doesn't seem to need/want their help at this time, Miles nods to Jhazaal  with a shrug, "Neverlight Grove seems like the right place to go then, at least until our friend has any strong leads on the source of this demonic invasion."

 "I agree.  And the sooner the better."  Vera replies as she feels another strange sensation waft over her.  

Then turning to the Trog as well, Vera adds, "And I am Vera Leradine of the Sword Dancers of Elistraee.  Hopefully you're able to find the answers you seek."

The trog nods to each of you in turn.

"Well met, chef and sword dancer.  I am Skriss."

"My name is Knox, well meet Skriss."

Jhazaal does not see any reason to give the trog his name, so remains quiet.

Wendigo grunts at Skriss.

"Wendigo."

Skriss nods to all of you.

"Well met.  Well, I should be on my way.  If you see any, ah, oddly intelligent or benign members of species that normally don't have those qualities ascribed to them—tell them you know Skriss.  They might be able to help you."

He gets up, and slowly trudges off into the tunnels.

"We actually knew someone like that not too long ago.  Not sure if you've ever heard of a Prince Derendil?  He was a Quaggoth claiming to be a cursed elf.  He eventually left us after suffering some sort of madness and saying it was for our own protection."  

(Are any of the original NPCs with us at this point?)

Sarith, Jimjar and Eldeth are still with you.

The trog purses his lips.

"I’m afraid I don’t know of a Derendil."

Jhazaal watches the trog move away, then turns to his companions. "Are we ready then?" He asks, nodding to whomever is guiding them at this point.

Vera Insight check on Skriss: 14

OOC:  Miles is ready to move along, but not in a rush if people want to keep talking.

The trog does not know what or who a Derendil is, as far as you know.

Knox watches the last exchange between Skriss and Vera and then as the troglodyte disappears off into the darkness, says.

"Right are we ready to move forward?"

Knox looks around the group to make sure everyone is present and ok.

"Yes lets keep moving." Vera replied after watching the Troglodyte walk off in the other direction.  

(Since we lost Stool does another NPC know how to get there?)

Stool is there as well, my bad.

Wendigo shrugs, then nods.

"Let's go."

(Will update travel later today if no one has anything else to do.)

Jhazaal is ready to move onward.