DM Brainiac's Dungeon Crawl Classics

Game Master Brainiac

Lou rolled a fumble! He is wearing leather armor so he rolls 1d8. Low rolls are better so he reverses his Luck modifier (+1 becomes -1).

Fumble: 1d8 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

Lou trips but may recover with a DC 10 Reflex save. Otherwise he must spend the next round prone.

"Whoa"! Perhaps I should aim better instead of stabbing so hard.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Reflex save

LOL! Lou might be my best character but he sured lack s confidence... or something.

Lou decides that since he's already down here he might as well play dead until a safer time presents itself.

1d20 ⇒ 14 Not sure what to roll to play dead...

Bodies are dropping, both friends and enemies, and the trio fight more or less as a team, realizing that their survival might rest in doing so. Clucky stabs with the pitchfork, the elf with his spear and Mickey with her makeshift club!

Clucky's Pitchfork Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Pitchfork Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Fennik's Spear Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Spear Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Mickey's Heavy Stick Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Heavy Stick Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

"He was the one trying to reason with you" - Artemis mumbled under his breath as Halifax went down - "You won't get the same from me"

Shortsword: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Damage if it hits: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Desperate tears welling in her eyes, Lisa stands side by side with Artemis, trying to help.

Club: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Damage if it hits: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Pip resorts to furious stabbing with his spear, beginning to yell in a mixture of fear and aggression, or perhaps to drown out the chaos and sorrow that is everywhere apparent…

Yieeeeee!!!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Spukt!!!: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Dell and Dee maintain their assault:

Stipk!!!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Fopshkt!!!: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Siww!!!: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9
Spltcht!!!: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

It seems the hightening stakes creates greater incentive as Dell and Pip seem to have greater success than before…

Cyne feels the lust of battle overcome him as he hacks wildly at the next filthy human in front of him!

Shortsword: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Gauward decides to take a more defensive position here as he steps behind the first rank, awaiting the next opportunity to strike. Not sure if he can Parry here but if so, then that is what he will do.

Aerond swiftly moves to one of the fallen foes and grabs the makeshift club, striking at another one of the humans!

Club: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Mirinde moves up to assist her brother here striking at the same target! If the target dies, then she will strike at a different target.

Dagger: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Sloe fills with blood lust rising from within. He pulls his haymaker back while kicking the dead man off with his heeled boot. "Did you like that?" He asks before lunging at someone else. "Come get some!"

Sloe Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Mister Wanderful slides under the table and attacks the dwarf's legs.

Mister Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Percolation is astounded that the dummy didn't move out of the way and pushes the table harder.
Str: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Sloe Moe slaughters another assailant with his pitchfork. The dwarf hops away from Mister Wanderful's attack and continues to shove back against the table, preventing Percolation from pushing him furhter.

Artemis's attack is off the mark, but Lisa bashes one of the ragged men with her club.

Lou trips himself up and falls to the floor, but Lester is able to finish off Lisa's opponent by driving the tip of his chisel into the man's eye!

Another foe falls to Clucky's pitchfork while Fennik and Mickey defend the chicken farmer.

Pip and Dell each mark a kill, bloodying their weapons. Then Cyne, Aerond, and Mirinde team up and finish off the last two people attacking you!

The tables have quickly turned. Everybody who had attacked you now lies dead, save for the one person who fled and is now cowering in the corner of the room. The dwarf looks out over all of the fallen and puts down his axe, raising his hands. "Damn. Alright, you got me. I surrender. I would ask you show mercy on me and spare my life!"

Combat over!

"Let me guess--the Lady in Blue sent you here? Well, she sent me, too. She sent all of us, group by group, duped into this impossible suicide mission. I wish I had just stayed in the mines of my homeland never wished for anything else in life!"

Pip is livid with rage, spitting as he screams.

”Spare you? Spare you what? That which you tried to deliver to us? And for what? Because we came from the same place, the same way, sent by the same power - only…later?”

The hobbit searches for more words.

”Maybe that is just it, too long here. What madness possesses you that rather than allies you see foes…”

Dell and Dee hang back, exchanging a look, remembering the charred body of the woman, below.

"It was nothing personal. Just survival," the scruffy dwarf says. "I've been here for years. Every few months, another group of fools like yourselves come here, trying to chase the false hope the Lady in Blue peddles. Few of them make it all the way to us. Of those, we recruit the strong. As for the weak, well... We gotta eat, don't we?"

He gives you a sick, twisted grin.

Sloe sits at an edge of the table. His legs and arms shake as the adrenalin subsides in his blood.

Mister Wanderful examines the dwarf carefully. What's his inventory? He retrieves the axe and hands it to Percolation. "I doubt madness manifested their actions. I suspect it was desperation." The elf softly strokes the dwarf's beard. "Why did you force your followers into death? Explain this impossible suicide mission."

The dwarf wears scale mail sized for a dwarf. He has a battleaxe and a magic whetstone wrapped in a silver cord. You can spend an action running it down the edge of a bladed weapon. If done, the weapon lights up with a strange purple fire that lasts for 7 combat rounds, during which the weapon does +1d6 damage per successful strike. The whetstone can be used once per day.

"I didn't force them," the dwarf insists. "They were just like me. Survivors. It's kill or be killed in this place.

"So, can you blame us for going a little mad?"

"So where is Drezzy? Why can't she be gotten to?" The elf asks.

Gauward listens carefully to the details provided by the dwarf, trying to shake off an intense feeling of despair here.

I KNEW it! No one gets anything for free!

Wiping his brow he responds tiredly, "So now what do we do? Just wait for the next batch of victims to come here, then kill or be killed? I don't like the thought of going mad here...have you ever tried to seek a way to kill that...floating pumpkin?"

”So we travel all the way across the… Whatever it was we traveled across, attacked and ripped apart, just to get here and be received by the same kind of crap I have at home?” - Artemis chuckled and shook his head - ”It figures I guess…

”Home rules it is then” - he grunts at the dwarf - ”We won, you lost. We are in charge now, and you do what we say. Savvy?” - the man added - ”And hand over that whetstone”

"We assume Drezzta's in the cage at the top of this hive-thing. Except nobody's survived long enough to get up there to confirm. If Cur Maxima doesn't grab 'em, the titan wakes up long enough to devour 'em before going back to sleep! Anybody who tries to fight either one of them just gets torn apart or squashed to a pulp within seconds. Better to survive and squalor than die a horrible death!

"But even survival will only get you so far. I'm not the first one to run this place." The dwarf gestures to an exit across the chamber. "The oldest survivors are through there. Being in this strange place for so long has warped their bodies and minds. They're barely even human anymore."

The dwarf complies with Artemis's request, handing over the whetstone.

”And the axe…” Dell prompts the dwarf, somewhat sickened by the casual references to cannibalism, especially since Dell doesn’t exactly have a lot of yucky weird bird meat left.

Dee points down toward the gestured chamber.

”Well, I guess we go that way. Weird old mutated sickos we know we need to kill is probably better than tarrying here making friends with you.”

Dell and Dee begin to loot the corpses in preparation to leave, looking for weapons mainly.

Who wants the battleaxe - if no-one else wants it Dell will take it. Artemis asked for the whetstone, so maybe he wants the axe too?

"We'll check on them in a moment." Says Mister Wanderful. Sloe escorts the other cowardly fighter to kneel next to the craven dwarf. "Where are your hidden goods? We'll search the area and anything we find...that you were silent about, means you'll lose a finger." The elf grabs the bottom of his beard so that the two lock eyes. "Fair?" He asks.

The other two search the people and the room.

Let's discuss loot division in Discussion, I think we've got a lot to talk about on this topic.

Clucky looks disgusted at the talk of cannibalism, though neither the elf nor Mickey look particularly disturbed. "Better to die trying to find a way out of this prison than resort to that." He chokes out, his contemptuous gaze fixed on the dwarf. "Let's figure out how to best arm ourselves and rush up there - once I've healed up a bit..." He grimaces as he sits back down, now aware of his broken ribs that flared pain through his chest as he spoke.

Fennik, who had been coolly assessing the dwarf as he spoke, no asks a question of their captive. "These survivors you speak about. Are they as feral as your lot? Where are they? Perhaps we can persuade them to cause a distraction and allow us to reach the cage." The elf suggests. "How do you get up there, anyway? Through your lair, I'd expect?"

Mickey is picking through the dead, setting aside weapons and valuables as she goes.

As we don't have a timetable here, I wouldn't mind healing up for a few days to get Clucky back up to full HP. He's down 4. Anyone else wounded?

Once he hears the combat cease the "Dead" Lou rises to his feet and stretches cracking his neck. "Hmm. That was a viscous blow. Knocked me out for a bit, but I'm Okay now".

He then pales at the dwarf's words. "Oh my word. Should we leave all these bodies here for this guy to eat, or find something else to do with the corpses"?

Lester eyes the dwarf's armor covetously. "I believe that armor would fit me... and look better on me than it does on you".

Silver Pieces: 24d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 4, 4, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 3, 5, 1, 1, 4, 1, 5, 2, 1, 3, 2, 6, 3, 3, 2) = 67

The dwarf hands over his armor and weapon, and points out the bundles hanging from the ceiling. Each one contains personal possessions, along with some valuables. In total, you are able to find 67 sp, 7 gp and a brilliant blue topaz of rare clarity and depth (100 gp value).

”The survivors are in the next chamber. They are sickly and listless. They won’t put up a fight, but I doubt they’ll be of much use to you, either. There’s a hidden passageway in the ceiling of that room that goes further up. But I’d suggest you only go that way if you’ve got a death wish.”

”Why? Where does it lead?” - Artemis asked.

”To a landing overlooking the cage. But there’s no cover up there. You’d be sitting ducks for Cur Maxima!” the dwarf says.

"Fair enough" - Artemis nods, and rummages through Halifax's possessions, retrieving the glovemaker's awl, twenty nine copper pieces, four pairs of gloves - "Why four...?" - and an holy symbol - "Fella never struck me as the religious type, who's knew"

He then turns to the others - "Anyone wants the awl? Otherwise I'll keep it" - he explained - "We can split the coins and the gloves I guess... And the holy symbol, if we ever get out of here may be worth some money? Dunno"

Mickey speculates aloud. "I've got no plans to sit around for the next five years and starve to death. I could have stayed on the streets and done that. If I'm gonna die, I'll do it while shooting for a better life. The one that the weird lady promised us. Maybe she's a liar, and maybe not. But she didn't say this was gonna be an easy thing, so I'm not gonna call her that. Not yet, anyway."

The urchin stares at the dwarf with her mad eyes. "You tried to kill us. So we'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. You'll come with us, or you'll die right here, right now. We've got the weapons and you've got nothing, see? Maybe you'll live and get the wish you were promised when you first came here. Anyway, I figure you, and maybe those other gimps you've got tucked away, will go ahead of us onto that landing - if we can get 'em to climb up there. A quick death would probably be a blessing for them anyway. When Cur Maxima comes to get us, that'll make the odds of surviving a bit better for the rest of us, right? And who knows, maybe you'll live anyway! We use the rope to get to the cage and get that lady's friend out of there so we can all have our dreams come true." She says the last with a sneer, then looks at the others. "Right? Any other better ideas?"

She turns back to the dwarf. "Hey, you said the landing overlooks the cage. Can a fifty-foot length of rope reach it, you think?"

We ought to split up the silver and gold among us and we can equalize the shares among the survivors. Maybe leave the gem here so it doesn't get lost if the one carrying it gets tossed into Cur Maxima's flaming maw?

The dwarf grumbles but relents. ”Fine. The name’s Karlos, by the way. Karlos Gend.

“Yeah, the rope will reach it. But you better be quick to climb down it if you want to get down to the cage before the giant jack-o’-lantern devours you.”

Karlos reluctantly leads the way to the next chamber. The air in here is even worse than that of the last chamber. This room is dim, and the only light sources are a few beams of light streaming in through tiny gaps in the wall to the main chamber. Several bundles hang from the ceiling here as well.

Eight people languish about the room. These former humans are all distorted and horrifying versions of their old selves – asymmetrical features, atrophied limbs, skin turning pale green, blind staring eyes. They are listless and sullen.

"There has got to be a way to lure Cur Maxima away from the cage so we can free the prisoner," Gauward replies, "Reckon we can backtrack to the entrance, but whoever does that would be throwing their life away! Gotta be another way..."

Once Cyne sees the pale freaks his eyes widen in disgust, "Is that how we will look if we stay here? No thanks!"

"At ease." Mister Wanderful says. "Why such changes? For what purpose?"

The elf moves to the closest mutant and observes. "Call me Wand." he says pointing to himself. "The Blue Lady sent me. Help me."

Dell looks on in an agitated manner, the human siblings still not exactly happy to have the cannibal dwarf accompanying their party.

”I guess we don’t know we need to kill these folk after all…” he says to Dee quietly.

Pip looks up and around, trying to discern the way up…

Clucky, still wincing at his rib injury, limps over to Lou. "I'm sorry about Franc, and I'm sorry to ask, but... my ribs are like to kill me here. I'm thinking that leather armor he wore might serve to see me through this last bit. I'll give you my share of the coin for it, if you'd like." The chicken farmer asks hopefully.

Fennik and Mickey are looking speculatively at the disturbingly mutated people that have apparently come here to die, from the looks of it. The odd pair exchange a few words and the elf nods, then approaches the others. "If we have another length of rope, we could tie these unfortunate souls together, with Karlos in the lead to drag them along - unwillingly if need be - to the landing. They should serve as ample bait for Cur Maxima. Then we slip in behind them as the monster is picking them off and use the other rope to reach the cage and free... the Lady's friend." He gestures dismissively at the mutants. "They are likely to die here anyway, but slowly and miserably. Better to put out of their misery swiftly, I should think - if any of you are hesitant to use them as such."

The elf's eyes betray no emotion at all as he speaks, as though he speaks of cattle being led to the slaughter. Mickey, however, looks positively excited at the prospect of watching the carnage that hopefully won't affect her directly. She turns to the dwarf and growls. "Don't even think about refusing. At least this way you might survive, if that thing goes after the others rather than you. And if you don't do this, we'll just kill you ourselves, right here, right now." The urchin smiles nastily at that prospect - as though she'd be happy either way.

@Scranford, are you willing to give up that leather armor now that you have the scale mail? Anyone have another 50' length of rope? Thinking we tie these guys together with the dwarf at the lead, similar to how we did on the invisible bridge. Send them out to meet their fate with Cur Maxima, and once the monster is busy with them, we go for the cage using Mickey's rope.

No rope here…does the cannibal dwarf or his dead buddies have any in their hanging bundles…?

Percolation fills the long silence with music

"At ease." Mister Wanderful says. "Why such changes? For what purpose?"

The elf moves to the closest mutant and observes. "Call me Wand." he says pointing to himself. "The Blue Lady sent me. Help me."

The mutant weakly looks at Wanderful but doesn’t respond.

”No purpose I can figure out,” Karlos says with a shrug. ”This place just changes you if you stay here too long.”

Pip looks up and around, trying to discern the way up…

Pip spots a hidden passageway in the ceiling that leads to another vertical shaft. The passageway is draped with a dusty sheet that makes it look like a part of the ceiling.

There is no other rope here besides what you brought with you.

threatening words

”So you’re just gonna use us all as bait?!?” Karlos shouts angrily.

The mutants groan and whimper at the thought, but the threats seem to trigger an astonishing transformation in one of them! Before your eyes, he shoots out pseudopods of flesh with dangerous lamprey-like mouths on the end of each one. He shrieks in rage as he rushes to attack!

scranford may act before the mutant!

Sloe coughs and then yells in a broken voice. "Let the sadistic beggar and heartless elf fight it; since they riled it."

The small group stands away.

Lester has 50' or rope and a grappling hook which he volunteers.

Lou not eager to close for combat decides to lob a slingstone at the creature.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Sling
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Slingstone

Lester secure in his new armor closes and tries to hit with his spear.

1d20 ⇒ 3 Spear
1d6 ⇒ 3 Spear point

"What the Heck is that"?

Wow! My guy's nerves are really affecting their combat abilities.

Both Lou and Lester miss the mutant. Alas, Lester’s armor seems to have lent him a false sense of security. One of the mutant’s tentacles finds a gap in his armor, and the lamprey mouth at the end of it bites down and swiftly drains the dwarf of his blood! Lester collapses, his skin drawn and withered, eyes wide, face locked in an endless silent scream...

Tentacles: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 211d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

7 damage to Lester. That will kill him! Everybody may now act!

Ouch. Down to one character now! Might end up playing one of the Mutants. Mutant Crawl Classics anyone :-)

Cyne cautiously approaches the mutant hoping to catch it off guard here...

Shortsword: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Mirinde quickly dashes in to try cutting one of its tentacles in half!

Dagger: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Aerond grabs the makeshift club and moves to surround the mutant...

Club[/dice: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Gauward decides to keep a close eye on the other mutants, just to be sure no further surprises await...

The three companions attack the thing as well, Clucky with a look of revulsion on his face, the elf with his usually impassivity and Mickey with her usual homicidal sneer!

Clucky's Pitchfork Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Pitchfork Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Fennik's Spear Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Spear Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Mickey's Heavy Stick Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Heavy Stick Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

"So maybe that was a bad idea." Mickey titters insanely as Fennik only nods his head slightly and loses his grip for a moment when he thrusts at the rampaging monster with his spear. "You THINK?" The farmer shrieks in a voice that is an octave or two higher than his usual.

Ouch, a fumble! I'll let you make the roll, DM. I don't have the table in front of me at the moment.

-2 to Fennik's next attack!

Whew! That fumble could have been MUCH worse!

Fumble: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Fennik’s spear comes loose in his hands. He quickly grabs it, but his grip is disrupted.

-2 on next attack roll.

Mirinde, Aerond, and Mickey all land good hits on the mutant, wounding it, but it still is rampaging about!

OSW, Albion, CucumberTree, and scranford are up.

Suitably horrified by the rather effortless exsanguination of Lester, Pip thrusts in to the mix, hoping to hit mutant rather than ally, while the trapper siblings resort yo bashing the mutant with their clubs - the lack of room and feneral aura of menace perhaps contributing to a hampered effort for Dell and Pip, though Dee still manages to land a fairly weak blow…on the mutant’s eye…

Pip
Augh!!!!!!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Plisht!!!: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Dell
Wok!!!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Kplop!!!: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Dee
Gok!!!: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
Dlop!!!: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

Crit!!!: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Ouch!!!: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Foe jabbed in the eye! Ugly bruising and inflict +1d4 damage with this strike.

-1 for being sick, or do we ignore that for crits….?

Ouch. Down to one character now! Might end up playing one of the Mutants. Mutant Crawl Classics anyone :-)

Ooh! Mutant Crawl Classics!!! As an old school Gamma World fan, I’m up for that!!! or for scranford to play a Mutant!

"Damn all of these to hell" - Artemis steps forward, and attacks the mutant - "You are better off dead!"

Shortsword: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

This time Lisa follows suit, whimpering all the time as she tries to club the monstrosity.

Stick: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

Botting Lou to keep things moving.

Lou Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Dee stabs the mutant in the eye and Lisa clobbers it. Lou loads another sling bullet and lets it fly. It bashes the wounded mutant’s head in, and he crumples to the ground!

The other mutants moan and cower, too weak to put up a fight. Karlos the dwarf simply grunts and shakes his head.

Mickey looks at the mutants with undisguised disgust - and more than a hint of fear besides - then pokes the dwarf with her stick and motions him toward the passage that leads upward, the one Pip pointed out. "OK, you ugly little cannibal, how do we get up there to the landing? You show us, and go on ahead so we know the way is clear. Looks like we're leaving your little friends behind, but I don't think you'll mind being away from them. Did you see what that one did to your kinsman? Not pretty at all, but death by blade or arrow or having your head bashed in is just as final." She repeats her claim (see below) that this is his best bet to survive and maybe get his wish granted from the Lady. If he starts to scream out again, she'll attack with her club.

Still thinking we have Karlos go ahead of us, just so we know there's no traps. Also, if Cur Maxima is sitting up there waiting maybe he'll grab the dwarf first - not that she points this out. In fact, she'll do her level best to convince Karlos that all of them going up together is his best bet. Either they free the captive and get their spin at the wheel (him included - at least according to Mickey, who has no idea if that's true or not) or there's mass chaos as the monster starts picking them off one by one and with all of them up there he has the same chance as any one of them to get through the carnage.

Pip wipes his forehead with a rather tatty and bloodied, but still stylishly appointed glove. He interjects:

”Well. About that. [points at dusty sheet/hole] I think we go that way…a…something…cloth….or sheet…s making it camouflaged…”

Karlos sighs. "Alright, alright. I'm going. Give me a boost up, will ya?" He leads the way through the vertical passage.

The passage goes up into the darkness. The interior wall has handholds that allow you to climb up into the darkness. There are several small holes in the opposite wall, and a few beams of light illuminate the passage.

As you make your way up behind Karlos, you make a gruesome discovery. About halfway up the shaft, you see that one of the “handholds” is actually a skeletal human arm protruding through a section of loose rocks in the wall...

”Mayhap those loose rocks hide another way…?” Pip says softly.

Mister Wanderful watches as Karlos climbs out of view and sound. "You all understand that he's not a dwarf." The elf watches the dumbfounded look of the others. "We come. We fight. He stands away from danger. I ask him why did you send your people to die? He replies, 'I didn't force them.'"

His eyebrow arches. "Only clubs and makeshift spears? Where are all the other weapons of so many who come and attempt the journey. No Rope or supplies of any kind?" He pauses a moment. "Really?"

"And we come to this abominable place. He says 'This place will change you before long.'" Mister Wamderful shakes his head. "The dwarf doesn't change. I can see these twisted pieces of flesh have no understanding or intent. However, the repugnant mutant responds to the...'Dwarf's'..." He accentuates the word dwarf with finger quotes. "anger and hostility."

The elf look around. "He's a liar. Believe nothing he tells you. We should question the other slave out of that dwarven monster's view. "

Dee appears to think on these points.

”So…an overseer or other kind of ally of Cur Maxima? It could be…” The female trapper shrugs.

”Ultimately it doesn’t matter too much, dwarf or shapeshifter, prisoner or warden - we have so few options, and I’m not sure trusting him less than we already do gives us much of an advantage…compared to Cur Maxima he’s likely the lowest - watching wretches as he was - and as such is also likely extremely…expendable.”