Lop took a step back shocked by the appearance og the ghost but quickly rallied herself.

"I am Lop Vetinari" she said introducing herself and making an elegant bow "A recent arrival here, I saw a death in the town a young women killed by what they called 'The Kindly ones'. I want to stop it happening again, can you tell me how you died?"

"I went too far in, the mines belong to the fey," the ghost said.

"Like those strange little things" Lop asked thinking of the strange creatures she had fought.

"They are the lowest on the pecking order. Their leader wants blood, but is never happy with it," the ghost said.

"They would be further in?" Lop asked indicating further down the dark tunnel.

"Likely given the time, but he will want your blood," the ghost said. "He is not as weak."

Lop nodded showing her understanding "I figured as much" she said "You said he wants blood, but it's never happy. Do you know why?"

"I couldn't hear while I was dying," the ghost said.

"Oh right sorry" Lop said "You mentioned something about time, they hide deeper in during the day then?"

"They can only come at night," the ghost said.

Lop nodded to the ghost "Can I do anything to help you pass on?" she asked.

"No, but you should turn back," the ghost said.

Lop shook her head "I understand your warning. But if I turn back this will keep happening" she said slowly "I can't stand by and let more innocents be hurt when I think I can do something about it"

She offers the ghost a bow and then moves deeper into the tunnel.

"Then you are doomed," the ghost said and then you were deeper in.

Lop moved slowly keeping her senses open as moved alert for the first sign of danger.

As you move deeper and deeper, you hear scurrying outside of the light and some laughter.

Lop froze for a moment and listened carefully, expecting an Attack from the darkness, when nothing came she moved further down the tunnel.

You entered a large chamber and suddenly there was a crashing sound above you.

(OOC: You have enough time to jump forward.)

Lop throws herself forward using the power of her legs to make a large leap into the chamber.

A large rock has fallen, covering the way back. You can hear many voices inside.

Lop glanced backwards a hint of dismay creeping onto her face before steeling herself and advancing towards the voices, keeping the torch before her.

"D-do you have the right blood?" a harsh voice said in front of you, before stepping into the light. It was a humanoid being about four feet tall, with a ragged expression on it's face. It had strange metal footwear, a hat with a strange purple colour and was holding a sickle.
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Lop looked the creature up and down warily keeping her blade ready. "I'm not sure what you mean" she said "Are you one of the Kindly ones?"

The humanoid thing laughed.

"They never have the right blood, but you might. Yes, your blood! Splash! Splash!"

The humanoid advanced on you as suddenly the "room" lit up, revealing the strange slime creatures. Dozens of them. Watching.

(OOC: Init time)

Lop took up a fighting stance blade extended level with her shoulder parallel with the ground "I'd have preferred if we could have been civil about this"

[OOC: Lop Vetinari rolled 16 using 1d20+6.  Init Roll.]