Standing, Fargus stows his greataxe, the draws his shield and Warhammer before he knocks down the crappy construction to allow the group a path.
"You okay Fargi?" Joxinsays with a hint of worry showing through her smile.
"I am. I just don't like shoddy worksmanship."
"Look over there. Another exit".
Fyird moves towards the southwest corner quietly.
Stealth
Jodi readies another arrow in her bow ready to draw and fire if so.ething comes her way.
Fyird glances around the corner stealthily then retreats back to signal to the others what he sees in the next room.
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Fyrid:
Dozens of blunted and broken arrows lie on the cracked cobblestone floor, and a few protrude from three crudely sewn, human-sized targets hung along the center of the south wall. The northern third of the room is separated from the south by a crudely mortared and crenelated half-wall. A permanent camp of sorts lies north of the wall, complete with a fire ring and several small iron cook pots. Three goblins can be seen over the top of the half-wall.
"Should we perhaps pull back a bit and rest before we move forward? I could stand to re-wrap my wounds before risking them reopening in combat"?
Still here.
