2. The First Delve

Ricard looks around sheepishly,

"Just for good measure."

The warrior begins to walk through the carpet of sleeping goblins, dispatching them as he goes.

"Hello friend, where have you come from?" Luther will eye the new comer with suspicion. "What shall we do with poor Jessica?"Luther will move over and say a prayer."Maye we should take her to sanctuary."

"I was wandering about down here and heard a ruckus. I followed the noise and came upon your group. Though this may seem bold of me, might I join you? Safety in numbers, and all that."

Pickles moved with Ricard helping with his grim task, and collecting any arrows he can recover. As this human arrives his hand flicking towards his bow, visibly relaxing as conversation is engaged. "We have plenty to share, help yourself." He says with a smile and waving his hands towards all the pile of crates in the room. At this point his stops and gives the new arrival a good once over, "A father are you?"

"I am a man of the cloth, yes. I admit that I am still proving my devotion and have not been granted prayers yet, but I hope that soon the Lady will see fit to grant my requests."

Pickles smiles at Horath, "My village had a Choatic Cleric stay for a while, he made a lot of jokes which made him very unpopular. He asked our Elder one evening about this, and the Elder said because his jokes were soul-less."