
They stood in the misty room, having wrecked the magical trap and shaken off its nightmarish effects, listening for any sound from the rough-hewn sandstone passageway ahead. Since the chatter of goblins had been curtly silenced by an authoritative goblin voice, there was no further sound. Him and Verne moved forward quickly, but as stealthily as they could manage, while everyone else advanced cautiously up the tunnel. They could see the flickering lights of small fires ahead and it smelled like someone was burning garbage up there. Bam downed a Mutagen potion.




