Taking the time to enjoy the homely feeling that the underground gave him, Twich took the time to look around at the work that Clotho's swarm had been up to. Had things been somewhat different, he would have quite happily sent some messages back to his tribe and offered them the chance to move into a proper dwarven outpost that was connected to a massive underground fortress with plenty of room for home improvements and expansions... But alas, the fortress needed to remain vacant by the desire of the Master's will to pit the dwarves against the humans.

When the Queen of the Swarm returned, she did not do so alone. The presence of the squid-head made Twich's scales itch; He had traveled a lot in his pursuit of knowledge and from the other kobold tribes had heard and read about the legends of the squid-men of the deep earth. It was rare for a kobold tribe to dig down deep enough or for one of the squids to dig [i]up[/i] enough in the right place for the two species to intermingle, but it had happened before. The stories about what happened [i]next[/i] were often told to Hatchlings to scare and warn them of one of the many dangers that exist with digging to deep.     

While he did not know just how much truth there were in the legends, Twich couldn't help but feel like he was now standing on the edge of a knife with a large fall awaiting him on either side should he slip. The future had just become more dangerous. "[color=f7941d]Clotho, how are things coming along?[/color]"