Re: Chapter 2 - Supper Underground -or- A Forgotten Hideaway
"Aye, but we weren't livin' in this thing were we?" Bodric grumped as he and Maksim continued to work quickly. They soon had Agelia freed from the debris and rubble and she didn't look too good. Bodric looked to Maksim and shrugged, trying to decide whether to pat her cheeks or kick her in the ribs to wake her up. Luckily, just as he was warming up the wooden soles of his dwarf-boots, Agelia moaned and her eyes fluttered. She just stared around blankly as if she were blind.
It was then that Bodric realized she could not see in the dark like himself and his Gnome friend. "Ye got any torches left?" he asked, looking doubtfully at the smashed up pack Maksim had recovered from under a very large stone. He gently supported Agelia's neck and offered her a drink from his waterskin. His gruffness tempered by sympathy, "Ye all right Lass? Are ye hurt bad?"
After doing what he could for the young cleric, Bodric began to systematically crawl around the rubble, looking for any sign of their other companions, Durgon and the half-orc Korak. He saw no sign of them at all, only the broken body of the dead rider. Bodric walked to the solid stone wall of the cave and, closing his eyes, rested a hand upon the rock. The unique blessings granted by heritage to the Dwarven race belonged also to this broad-bellied dwarf and were possibly even enhanced by his girth. After a few quiet moments he lowered his hand and opened his eyes. "This be a maze down here. Echoes everywhere. Those two could be on the other side of this rubble in another passageway. No way to tell, and they couldn't be hearin' us if we tried. They're on their own."
"What do we do with him?" Bodric asked, pointing to the body of the dead rider.