Buu runs Scales

[Buufreak]

Perhaps a slip of the mind, but Morrik still waits behind at the entrance stairs, in deep hopes that he hasn't made a mistake on way or the other.

Indeed the combat has concluded. The room is now quiet but the crackle of the fire and signs of relief and still stinging ache.

Searching the room, it is rather barren. The rucksacks are just that: ragged, filthy sleeping bags that this first guard slept on/in. There aren't much of anything for a nook or cranny to hide valuables in.

Likewise, the guard here are wearing very worn, very tattered leather skins, fit almost appropriately to a goblins body, but seemingly tight and bursting at the seems for the hobgoblins. Their weapons, while worn, are in working condition, especially the crafty hand crossbows the small gobs were using. Where did these come from? Their workmanship is starkly better than anything you've encountered out of these muck dwellers.

Now the path branches again: the door that the goblin tried to open in escape now hangs slightly ajar, with a faint blue light glowing from behind it, and the path to the north, still very much an unknown.