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Batharyn's attention was divided among three things: Salina, the entrance door and his employer. Hopefully the latter one wouldn't interfere with his little observation plan because the thing in between would suddenly be pushed upon by yet another, impatient customer. And hopefully none of the ones already here would come to the conclusion that he needed some mor beer, wine or other annoying stuff.

Sitting there as he was, the thief was well aware that he himself was attracting some attention due to his appearance and the fact that he was the only one around here not eating, but apparently just relaxing. Of course this wasn't true: His mind tracked every move Salina made, and tried to track every move the people around here made. The best thing that could happen now was that someone would approach and engage her in some kind of conversation. Such a thing could only cause distraction for her and additional delay in case she'd suddenly feel the need to cancel and go upstairs.

And there it was... A young man had fallen victim to her almost unnaturally staring eyes -- maybe he should try to learn that trick if that was possible: Lure people towards him and lighten their load while sitting instead of following them and waiting for the opportunity... Very convenient! Batharyn remained there sitting for another minute or so, then he sluggishly heaved himself off the chair and walked towards the bar as if he'd have to inspect something behind it. Having reached this position behind Salina's back and being crouched as if indeed messing around with the abundance of bottles beneath the counter, he let another half a minute pass before heading upstairs silently. Luckily enough even his so much hated employer dud not appear to notice his auxiliary's move. That primitive lock would hardly be any obstacle...

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The Skayleigh's ears were in well enough shape to hear Alice's answer very well even though there were now like a dozen of partially armored feet trampling on a layer of rocky dirt and pebble in the middle of a tunnel whose walls were perfectly suited for echoing. Still some part of him immediately came up with a great desire that it would have been scrambled beyond recognition for that same part considered it to be quite foolish. If those rogs had extensive experience with underground movement they'd probably be considerable faster than he was, for example. An-Hasst felt far too towering for this way of creeping through a secret unterground passage and given his crouched position he probably was. It would have been less of an annoyance if it had not been for the wounds acquired in the recent fighting which were in those areas of his body he now had to bend in order to get through here. The thought of them being torn open again by this at some point was something that lingered in his mind.

Some were eating. By now the Skayleigh felt hungry enough to do the same, reaching for his bag and pulling out some or the ordinary supplies he had brought with him. He was nowhere near making as much of a noisy event out of it as some other particular individuals were though. His eyesight would have been sufficient for careful maneuvering around here despite the utter darkness, but why be careful when you have been given some fancy stuff to use instead ? And if there'd be yet another fight suddenly rearing its ugly head he'd be glad about already having full vision.

And then there it was. Quite the opposite of the tunnel ending in some kind of blocade like he had been thinking, but not a happy end either. Was the Kaelic island riddled with such unknown, subterranean structures in a similar manner ? Thinking about this possibility was quite a bit dissatisfying to put it this way. An-Hasst kept as close to the wall as he could. After all feet covered in metal or other rigid armor and wet rock that might even have been polished by aeons of water could be a very slippery combination and who knew if anyone would have the power and enough grip to stop him once he had started approaching this abyssal... unintentionally. The thought of putting off his massively armored boots and continuing on bare feet did strike his mind, but he'd not do that until it was clear that they'd actually take one of the roads leading ahead and not turn around.

"Something tells me that someone here will bring up the idea of continuing this way, and some other thing also tells me that someone is already halfway expecting me to bring up the argument against that idea. Am I right ?" At this point An-Hasst darted an intensive stare at Settionne, but neither could he be sure that the tiny man would actually be able to see it in this environment nor did he actually think that the priest was the only one in question. "Well... let's put it this way. I firmly believe that our real goal is not in this direction. Unless..." The Skayleigh heaved himself closer to the dwarf. "Geradin ? Aren't you the expert for such situations ? Do you have any idea what this could be aside from obviously being a large cavern ? Were could it lead to ?"

@POOHEAD189@Banana@BCTheEntity@The Fated Fallen

Oh man, oh gosh

Welcome to the Guild! :)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'm wondering what to do next with An-Hassle, on a mid to long-term perspective.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Weekend time, that means: No overtime time. If there's no IC post up from me by tomorrow evening please hang me upside down from the ceiling using a non-isolated copper cable plugged directly into the upper voltage power grid.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Happy birthday. I guess I should have paid more attention :)

_{And I should post :/}

Lord Dracula is Alive

Welcome to the guild :)

Servants of the Dark Lord

This sounds very intriguing for me, however I'll have to have a close look on my schedule before I can determine if I actually have sufficient time left to join or not. Things are very turbulent for me at the moment.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Written on phone in a moving train, so sorry for shorter length and typos. I don't have time :/

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Eating ? Which bloody, confused, irritated and yet apparently unable mind could think of that in this situation ? If An-Hasst was honest his own mind currently was fulfilling most of those criteria. However in spite of what most people maybe would consider a dramatically oversized heap of muscles crying out for energy to convert into destruction he didn't touch his bag. They could eat once there was less of a probability that more rogs would come. The werebear offered a ride, but that stupid priest-thief-whatever-he-was was faster, claiming that him being the lightest would make him best suited for the 'job'. Quite frankly the Skayleigh wasn't to worried about Ursaren having been able to carry him, too. At least for a brief, but comfortable while and maybe with the bear's back looking a bit more U-shaped.

At this point An-Hasst could give the impression of a lumbering zombie straight from whatever term for 'deep underground, where it's damn hot' ond wanted to apply. He had to duck in order not to have an unwelcome encounter with the rocky ceiling, but given that one part of his back felt like anything he'd drink now would leak straight out again he probably would have done so anyway. His face and hair were covered in dirt glued together by dried blood: his own, the rog captain's and also of some villagers. And while he was limping his way into the not so deep underground he was dragging the huge halberd behind him for lack of room to put the thing over his shoulder.

"Has anybody considered the possibility that this tunnel might be known to the rogs as well, if not even one of their known approach routes." He didn't mention it, but what if the passageway would be blocked ? This might look like an escaoe route very preferable to running back into the woods on first glance, but it also had potential to end in disaster.