Re: Rosmuillean
Arguments fly back and forth as the Companions debate the way forward. Drake listens calmly to each person's argument and thoughts until silence lapses again over the Company.
As he considers the options, he turns to look at the Party, his eyes lingering a tad longer on the injured Jon, the childlike Lute, and the individuals who have been silent all this time.
Frowning, Drake grates in a soft resigned voice. "Our objectives are to seek out wealth to enrich each of us, while also adding to the HeathFather's warchest..."
"This place has an ill-favored feel about it. And our encounters here have also been inauspicious thus far, though except for Kores' arm, we have suffered no great loss. And we have found ourselves a small fortune in gold coins and other artifacts."
Sighing he continues. "Let's bed down here for a few hours. After we are rested, let's have two groups. Jon, Colm, Kores, Brannon, Dann goes up to explore the crevasse and see where it leads to. Lute and I will stay here with the heavy equipment and items you do not need for now. The time limit will be for a single day. After that, we shall get out of this godforsaken place together..."
"Agreed?"