Hunter holds her hand out, palm up. "We have seen a few of the minor creatures from the Abyss," she begins, conjuring up a small, still image of a vrock that stands on her palm. "It was fortunate for us that they were more interested in our captors, which facilitated our escape. Our friend here was imprisoned with us, and working together we fled from that place." She gives a nod to Sarith, hoping the gesture is enough to signify to Danforth the drow's contributions to the group's survival.
"But while escaping through the Underdark, we happened upon a kuo-toa city when the Prince of Demons appeared." The vrock changes into the form of Demogorgon rising from the lake, the memory of such causing visible shudders through Hunter's body.
"We fled, and found temporary respite with the svirfneblin. There we learned of the appearance of the Lord of Slimes and the Queen of Fungi, though we did not bear witness to their physical forms. We battled against the Faceless Lord's representative in order to help the svirfneblin and came away victorious, but I know not whether that has diminished its influence." Now the image of Demogorgon is replaced by the last visage of the Pudding King, along with his oozes.
Hunter waves away the small images. "We found our way to the surface, and discovered we were near your city. We felt you ought to know."