Willy goes out into the courtyard and examines the ground for signs of more than one kobold making tracks.
Willy's brow furrows as he searches the ground for tracks. "Grass is too tall. I can't even find his tracks."
Then he holds up the potion. "Anyone know what 'dis is?"
Deelin takes a close look at the potion
Afterwards he changes topics, how about we check those two rooms by the main entrance we haven't been in yet?
Thumpy shrugs.
"Sounds like a plan to me," he says plainly.
"Ok. You and Willy take the lead, I'll guard the rear."
Thumpy moves to the head of the group.
"Hoy!" Willy moves alongside Thumpy.
Deelin moves up next to Haunrar, bow at the ready, intent on continuing on
You can't determine the properties of the potion.
Willy opens the Northern door.
The door is stuck.
Strength check:
Deelin steps up and also puts his shoulder to the door
He then steps back embarrassed and shrugs I'll just guard our flanks then. He takes up position covering the party with his bow.
"Ha! We are all weak!"
Thumpy rubs his shoulder.
"Ow, that's tough door."
With a loud crack, the door finally gives way and opens, shattering an ancient wooden chair propped against it on the other side. The room beyond is dark and smells deeply of dust and decay.
The mummified remains of a dwarf rest in the center of this empty chamber. Wearing the garb of a blacksmith, the dwarf has a broken glass vial in one hand, and a scrap of ancient parchment in the other.
"I wonder how long he been dead."
Willy ventures into the room, gingerly picks up the parchment to try to read it.
The text of the parchment is written in Dwarven.
Willy holds the parchment up. "Hmm, can't read it." He hands it over to Thumpy. "Mebbe iits Dwarf writing."
Thumpy reads it aloud.
"Forgive me, dark father of the forge, my toils shall never be enough."
I don't blame you. Thanks for the game GG.