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Gathering up the dead man's belongings, Robbo crawls back out of the crack and shows off his spoils, "Hey guys, check out what I found! Some dead guy in there gave them to me!"
"This looks like a job for me!" says Robbo, peering down the crack in the wall. "I can head through there and see what I can see and then come back and report. Sound good?"
Robbo is quite distracted by the popping bubbles and doesn't pay much attention to anything else.
Robbo looks down at one of the centipede corpses ponderously, "Hmmm... I've heard of little buggers like these, but usually they live in warmer climates. I wonder if there's a hot spring or something nearby? We should see if we can track down the source!"
His feet still moving in a stompy little jig, Robbo pulls out his bow and takes aim at the remaining bug. As he looses an arrow he calls out encouragement to his fellows, "That's it guys! Stomp these suckers dead!"
"Yikes!" yells Robbo in surprise as the centipedes come out of the mist. Gathering his composure he begins to dance a furious jig. "Check this out guys, I call this one the 'Bug Stompin' Shuffle'!"
Robbo focuses intently on his own two feet as he practices some amazing new dance moves that he is certain will impress.
As the cold mountain air blows against his face, Robbo shivers and looks up at his companions. "So guys, do you know what sorts of items we're going to be looking for when we finally track down this ice cave? The elders of Camlin were a bit vague I'm afraid."
"Phew! Well he's a cute little fella', but I doubt he'd be too fond of us after we did in his momma like that. As I don't have any better suggestions, I'm thinking we should leave him to his grief," says Robbo in a sad voice. Walking casually over to Fubar, the little halfling mutters some words and makes a few gestures, bringing some more healing energy to bear on the big half-orc.
"Well that's all the magic I've got in me. Hope you're feeling better big guy, I generally avoid getting that intimate with thousand pound hairy women with temper problems, but to each his own!" Once he's finished with the healing, he turns to the party and asks, "So where to now?"
Deciding that the party needs a bit of motivation, Robbo steps back and begins to dance a merry jig while calling out shouts of encouragement.
"Holy smokes! Where'd that bear come from?" yells Robbo! Running over to the fray, joining Ahz in his efforts to keep the big warrior alive. Muttering the words as he runs over, he places his hand on Fubar's back and completes the spell.
Stretching as he wakes and equally excited at the prospect of hot meal, Robbo digs in. Between bites he says to the party, "So what's the plan friends?"
Robbo shakes the big half-orc's hand and replies, "No offense taken big guy, I'm just glad you're on my side." Turning to the rest of the party he looses a yawn and says, "I think I like the sound of this sleep business. We've been traveling for quite a while and I am positively exhausted."
Robbo glances around at his new companions, "Ah yeah, I'd almost forgotten. Do any of you need any healing?"
Robbo listens intently as Ahz tells his tale and once he's finished he stretches his arms in the air and responds, "Phew! That is quite a tale indeed! So whereabouts is this other yeti body that you're supposed to recover?"
Nodding as Krill speaks, Robbo chimes in when he's finished, "Big Krill here tells it true in regards to our mission from the council. As for where I come from 'fore that, I've been traveling around the southern years for the past few years and heard tell that there were fortunes to be made in the north, so here I am!"
Robbo has a seat at the fire, looks up at Ahz and says, "So what's going on up here? Something to do with some bird men stealing an artifact? Where'd these ogres come from and who's the little furry guy?"
"That's a fine question milady. All I know is that we found the little fella' bleeding in the snow and I healed up his wound. Is he a friend of yours?" Robbo replies.
Holding his hands up in an offer of peace, Robbo speaks slowly and evenly to the angry half-orc, "Whoa whoa whoa, cool it big fella'. We're here on commission from the Camlin town council. You all aren't perchance the party we're supposed to be meeting up with are you?"
GM & Krill: Startled by the big man's speed, Robbo takes off after him as fast as his little legs will carried him. "Whoaa! Wait for me!!" he yells ahead of him.
GM & Krill: "I suppose that's better thanks than being eaten alive... Shall we follow the little fellow?" asks Robbo.
For GM & Krill: "Sounds like as good a plan as any! I'm really hoping this little fellow appreciates our trouble," replies Robbo with a grin as his healing spell works its magic.
GM and Krill: "Holy smokes, a Yeti!" exclaims Robbo with surprise. "It looks pretty beat up, let me have a look at 'im." Robbo peers down and thinks back on what he knows about Yetis as he inspects the wound.
Clearly having no knowledge of Yeti phsiology, Robbo deduces that the Yeti's primary ailment probably has something to do with the javelin sticking out its side.
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