Chapter 2: Into Darkness

Fang, during your discussions with Derendil, he tells you fantastical tales of his homeland, a kingdom among the trees, replete with spires atop universities, and arenas where violent elvish combat is practiced to perfection.

You all sleep through the rest, taking your stands on watch as needed. After everyone feels rested enough to move onward, Sarith looks to you all for your pacing. After some quick debate, you agree to move at a faster pace. As Sarith begins taking his bearings, however, Glabbagool rings through your minds.

Unfortunately, my friends, if you are to set off at that pace, this is where I must leave you. It was very interesting, learning about all of you. You've shown me much, and more importantly, you've shown me kindness where others would surely balk. I trust you will all make it as far as you would like, but I'm afraid I must depart now. Tread safely, and be on the lookout, I may yet appear! With that, he sloughs off toward the river and disappears down the sinkhole with the river without waiting for as much as a reply.

The drow shakes his head, and makes his decision on movement.

As you all proceed, it is clear that something is amiss. Sarith seems less confident than before, taking several switchbacks and through caverns you surely have passed through before. Everything begins to blur together as you spend a full seven hours winding around until finally, he announces Finally. Found the damnable duergar marks. You'd think they'd make it slightly easier. Damned half-pint slavers.

After several more hours of walking, everyone begins to yawn, some more fiercely than others.

At this point you can all choose to take another long rest, a short rest, or continue pushing forward. You've walked for over 16 hours today and haven't been able to forage at all because of the pace.

Go ahead and give me watch order.

As you all lie slumbering: