The party made their way down the stairs. Jay El clenched his calf and breathed in sharply. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't his healing working?
He quickly put on the stern look to which he'd grown accustomed, and barked at Tribby to take the lead.
Upon reaching the next floor, the group voted to head to the armory over the mines.
Tribby opened the door and walked inside. "Wow, that's a lot of javelins!" she exclaimed, as the group of 14, well built and fairly well equipped Kobolds launched their assault upon her.
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