Before the party can set out to explore the underground complex a voice drifts down the stairs that Krat descended to get to the lower level. "Hello down there? I, um, I think that I need to join you in your quest. That ophiduan up in the city, when he pointed out you I think that he pointed at me as well."
Making their way down the stairs you see a small dromite, dressed in the white robes that commonly indicate those with psonic abilities. The robes aren't particularly fancy, but they are well kept, and the insectoid's form has a reddish tinge. As they make their way slowly, but steadily towards the group they continue, "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, but I when that kobold shouted out I went and got some rope as they seemed to think that it was important, but perhaps now it's not so needed?" The dromite holds out a length of rough hemp rope, as though an offering or an explanation.
Krat rolls his eyes and shakes his head slightly at the new figure. "I suppose it's better late than never as they say, but next time why not speak us know that you're doing something. But, thanks I suppose. You can call me Krat. Is there something we should call you?"
The dromite's expression is unreadable at the first comment, but it answers the second as it reaches the bottom of the stairs and joins the group. "It is good to meet you formally, Krat. My name is Leksa Glimmer of Droma. I will endeavor to keep you all informed of my intentions in the future."
