"Your Guild, your race, your...," she hisses, fingers moving arcanely.  Then noticing Angrid, she takes a few deep breaths, clenches her fists, and continues at a lower volume, but doesn't sound any less ready to bite someone*, "But that clan is dead.  This clan has peace with your Guild, is blood with Stark, a man of your race, and that peace will be maintained."



* Probably literally.  Trolls have the teeth and storied disposition for it.

"Blue hair? Sounds like it was an elf, for sure.."
Grimaldi said cooly.
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Jendrich stays silent, thinking how disturbingly similar her story was to the warning the priest back in his home town would always repeat.

In reply to Jendrich (msg # 276):

The merchant's halberdier speaks up
" A blue haired elf? I knew one, made pleasant company, but she disappeared a week ago..."

In reply to Darg Wharten (msg # 277):

The archer turns to Ulo and winksbefore turning to load up the cart with the trollish goods, and the merchant bows to Angrid as you prepare to head out.

Jendrich returns to his original position, where he could quickly move where he would be most needed in a battle.

Grimaldi stays near the goods, and Lourdaud.

Syvanus wishes the trolls well and heads out with the merchants, some what closer to the front than the rest.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 280):

Hrunting and Milkowski escort your party through the warrens to a bronze gate, of a type that looks familiar to those of you who have been in the undercity.  It is known that the troll warrens of the Eastern Reaches are under Little Shevnia; the presence of this gate means that the route ahead is under the main city. One of the fire-hardened smiths produces a key and unlocks the gate.

Jendrich looks around as the caravan travels, wondering how the trolls manage to differentiate the identical looking tunnels. The whole warren seems so confusing...

In reply to Jendrich (msg # 283):

Beyond the gate is a long dark corridor, about four yards wide with a barrel vaulted ceiling  about three yards high. The floor ing is composed of irregularslate flagstones, and the walls are a mix of de ayying brick and rubble. You can tell that the floor slopes, as your torches  are reflecting off of a large puddle some yards ahead.
Your footsteps and voices echo irregularly.

Ülo moves up to the front.  "This section shouldn't be too dangerous, it's a bit before the crazy statues tunnel.  Though keep an eye out for slorn."

In reply to Ulo (msg # 285):

"Sister, the footing is good? I  came not this way here."



[Private to Ulo: a few people slipped here, not all got up]

Grimaldi walks along, silently.

"It's slippery.  We lost some, maybe pits under the water.  Didn't realize it until after we were in the warrens and stopped for a head count."

Then she answers to the trolls, "Ole ettevaatlik oma jalgade suhtes. Olge ettevaatlik vee all olevate süvendite ja olendite suhtes."


[Private to GM: Be wary of your footing.  Watch out for pits or creatures underwater.]
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Jendrich nods, making sure to check his steps before putting down his full weight.

In reply to Ulo (msg # 288):

The merchant fumbles about in his cart, before passing a number of rods to pne of the orcs, who screws them together. assembling a ten foot pole.
" Thank you for that information!"

Slowly, with the orc sweeping the flooring with the pole. You advance.

"Deadly sinkholes..."

Or homes for deadly monsters...

"Sounds like a two-for-one bargain, I'll pass on.."

If that is an option.

"It may be a good idea to partner up. It would give us at least some chance to notice if someone is dragged under."

"Good Idea. Do we have rope? We should partner up, and each partner wear a loop around his waist, for the others to pull him out, more readily."
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Except we can't fight well roped together.

"As much as a rope would help to pull someone out, it won't help if something else is pulling down." Jendrich search trough the supplies for a roll of string. "What we need is a warning, so we know someone is in trouble, and can mount a rescue before it's too late. For that, we just need a thin string between every pair. The string will be strong enough that we'll feel the tug if someone falls, but not so strong that we can't break it for a fight."