I look at Zarra, "Time to get back and report our findings methinks."
We sneak our way back to the main group. When we get there I go straight to Lia and in a cold, analytical voice I say, "Amillë, to the south and east there is a stone chamber with a raised dais in the center. There are arcane writings on it and they may be set in mithral inlay. There are three cultists sitting around a table in the far corner gaming. I feel certain I can sing them to sleep if needed."
Then I see Zarra standing next to me. "There was another room to the east with a corridor running off of it. I shall let Zarra report on that room. She took the lead in that investigation."
I then turn away from Lia and let Zarra have her time in the sun. I walk away and go stand next to Cratol. "Is your newfound family home this big Cratol? This 'tis much larger than me father's home in Yartar."
Edited: Abnninja on 17th Sep, 2017 - 5:55pm
Poljen hears the description of the chambers and muses, "So they lower loot down on the platform, move it in wagons to the room with the altar and… do magic to it? I am not sure, since magic is strange to me. But it could be the mask we seek is no longer here. But we owe the lizards a debt, so we must start doing what we can." He turns to Lia. "It is up to you, but I suggest we make sure the three Fay has seen are not able to interfere with us as we head further down the other passages. That one has no other exits, yes? So we make sure they can not stop us or summon reinforcements."
Fay looks at Cratol, "Aye, this place would be grand indeed. 'Tis much larger than me Pa's keep. Actually, our home in Yartar is more of a tower with rooms for gathering, a kitchen and larder, storage in the cellars, a great room for holding court, a small armory and barrakcs for time of war, and bedrooms in the upper levels. Do no get me wrong, it was grand compared to the other folk and I appreciated all I had, but this is a castle true. Mayhaps one day I'll return with magic capable of draining these swamps and taking this castle fer me own. Of course, there is the matter of the brother black dragons currently in residence. Would ye help me rid this place of them one day?" Fay looks at Cratol with complete seriousness in his face. There is not a hint of a joke.
Lia is startled at the change in Fay's demeanor. She wonders why he is acting coldly. The cleric is distracted by Poljen and his advice." Thank you my friend. That is wise. Would you mind accompanying Fay and Zarra to help make sure that those three are removed quietly. We can't afford for reinforcements to be summoned."
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Cratol replies, "Yes if we survive this and other adventures I will help you rid this place of those two black dragons and allow you to have this as your keep. I can almost picture it dry and thriving with farms all around. Only thing I can not picture is Mari and your mother here." He grins at Faevalor.
Fay looks at Cratol, blinks, and blinks again. "Ye have jokes!" he says in an excited whisper. "I like this change in you. Methinks if it is done right and cleaned properly there be room aplenty for two Ladies to rule in this house." Keeping an ear cocked he hears Lia talking to Poljen. He turns to Cratol again, "It appears I'll be heading back to try and put a few cultists to sleep." He looks at Zarra, "And ye'll be coming too."
He prepares himself for the spell and take a few steps in that direction and stops, waiting on his two companions to catch up.