Chapter 2 - Phandalin

Karma fixes a couple of sturdy femur bones located within the cave to Orel’s leg to make a splint and securing it with some bandages, he then mixes up a dried herb formula of his own making which he hands to Orel tightly rolled in paper. "Lite and inhale the smoke it will help to dull the pain for your journey back." He says.

Looking around, Gerbo frowns at Orel leaving. Hope we don't suffer anymore casualties like that or we'll be up a rope ladder without any rungs.

"We should keep moving. Best of luck, Orel, but we'll be heading on now."

Gerbo jogs over towards Karma and Kerisha. "What do you think? Maybe the on nearest the broken bridge? That one would make sense as being the most used and the most worn. Think they set it as a trap?"

Karma turns examining the walls and construction of the cave in an attempt to figure out who may have constructed the tunnels and maybe a basic knowledge of possible places the caves would lead. "I should have spent more time in the tunnels back home, your guess is as good as mine, but maybe we should have a quick look down each tunnel first."

Kerisha rushes over to help Orel to support his weight. The others wont know this, but she is scared. Its usually her that is hurt. Orel is her rock. He drags her ass out of trouble, not the other way around.

As Karma patches him up, she manages to relax slightly. More confident now that Orel will be ok. "Go to Qelline. She will help."
She grabs Orel's head and places her forehead to his "Be safe brother!"

She moves to Karma and offers a fist. "Thank you for taking care of him."

Kerisha straightens herself up, retrieves her handaxe and tightens her grip on her sword. Not wanting to be back in any tight caves, she heads towards the larger opening to the North, looking to see where it leads.

Belanor assists with Kerisha passing Orel to the narrow opening.
Dusting himself off. "Well when in doubt pinky out," he says he looks at the nearest exits to him. "Or we could just go down that one and see where it takes us." Belanor points to the one behind the group (bottom right)
"Perhaps they spin about and make a circle, Right?"

Belanor takes off his suit jacket and finds a good spot to hang it trying to find a spot that won't make it more dirty. Re-equiping his sword he regroups with the party in a grey/silver looking button up.

Karma shrugs, "Can’t make head nor tail of this stonework, so that tunnel has just as good a vibe as any other."

Gerbo creeps up behind Kerisha and peeks into the room Scooby-Doo style. Looking carefully over the containers for a moment, he rummages through the boxes and finds a sturdy hammer, pry bar, a handful of nails, and a handful of straw. He opens his pack and looking in, moves a few things around, before shoving them into the bag.

Refocusing on the task at hand, Gerbo cinches up his pack and swings it over his shoulder, squirming a little to settle the contents to his liking. "Some good stuff in there." He says to no one in particular. "Maybe some useful things for the town and some useful things for us. We should stop back on the way out."

Kerisha grunts her frustration at the dead end room. Still upset at the loss of Orel, she tries to focus, following the others down the next tunnel.

Karma collects up the remaining kits left by Orel putting them into his pack, he then hefts his Warhammer onto his shoulder and slides his shield into place. "Shall I lead again? Or Kerisha is there enough room for you to swing?"

Kerisha is becoming increasingly frustrated at the lack of progress. She wants to hit something. Anything. Someone must pay for Orel being hurt. And dead ends are not getting her any closer to that, or dealing with these red cloaks that are causing trouble in town.

She trudges off back down the corridor.