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The gnome shrugs "Wuknit was wandering down there for some time. He has wandered for long, long time and has come very far since....." he pauses for a second and appears a little uncomfortable before continuing "since Wuknit began his travels"

"The same," Ulfren says in agreement, voice like gravel at rest. "I knows you said you'd help when you was talking to my boy Phin, but I figure I oughta least let you know the exit's back that way, to the surface. Seems only fair you should unnerstand that, 'cause even if the surface ain't your first choice, it also ain't where these drow at."

He looks at the elven corpses, tipping his head to indicate the subject of his speech. "We think they've overstayed their welcome, so we're politely asking them to leave. If, after knowing which way was out, you still wanna come along and help us be gracious hosts, you have my thanks."

Another burly dwarf, strides up along side Ulfren, dragging a corpse of a drow and places an arm on his kin's shoulder. Tossing the carcass down at his feet, he places a boot on it's head and begins to apply downward pressure until it bursts like a grape "Yeah; they haven't been the best of guests here, they left quite the mess and didn't clean up after themselves. Pretty disrespectful to litter a dwarf's hearth, don't you think little one?" Ryyrik looks down at what once was a head then to the small gnome, a grimace coating his face.

The gnome smiles at the dwarves "Wuknit has no love for the drow. Wuknit agrees they make terrible house guests, he will help you as much as he can in this. After all Wuknit would still be caged if not for you all"

Ulfren tsks as he looks at his boots. "By the Forge Father's hairy ass, Ryyrik, I just cleaned those." He scuffs matter from the sides without taking his boots off, but he doesn't seem particularly bothered by the coating of brain and blood... considering the dwarf still carries the head of a drider on his belt.

A brief look of confusion mixed with shock crosses the stoned dwarf before letting out a chuckle and returning to his default. "I just may like you, little one." Ryyrik raises an eyebrow and looks down at Ulfren's boots "Oh, aye. I just thought you were looking a wee bit like a rookie; thought I'd help you get caught up." he jests back, pushing off Ulfren's shoulder with his arm in a joking manner.

Ryyrik looks back down on the gnome "Just don't give me a reason, and you won't end up looking like this

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here." With a draw back of the leg, the stout dwarf kicks the headless drow away from Ulfren's precious boots returning his gaze to the gnome before leaving towards the shut door.

Ulfren's moustache and beard twitch in a mirthful grin. "So Wuknit, we can trade stories about kith and kin all night, but it's gonna be time to move. You ready?" The barbarian stands and readies his axe and shield.

"Yes, let's go!"

He hands the Shadow Cloak to Wuknit as a present.

"Welcome to the team!"

"You think they did something devious outside during the night?" Phineas checks up and down the corridor as best he can, inviting the wisdom of the stone to guide him.

Ulfren shrugs. "Don't know. Reckon they was just patrolling, not bothering to check inside the doors. Let's get a move on."

In a moment of uncharacteristic assertiveness, Phineas raises his hand and cuts off Ulfren.

"Shhh... let the stone speak."

"Okay, all clear!"

He walks out into the hall, and makes way for everyone to get into breach-and-clear position before opening the door across the hall.

Ulfren wordlessly falls into place, ready to charge in if need be. He gives a nod for someone to open the door.

Gunnar brings up the rear, rifle at the ready.

Wuknit follows along with the dwarves happily wearing his new cloak. His unblinking eyes constantly scanning the groups surroundings.

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