"I'm merely trying determine where the spiders came from and how they came in such numbers. I came in time to save the boy and his mother, but you seem to have dealt with the larger portion of the group. What are you called friend?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I am Durzol, slayer of spiders and the terror all those weak and pathetic to this world. I slaid the spiders by myself, for the most part, but they came from the ceiling."</span><br/><br/>"Well met Durzol, it seems Hextor has a powerful servent, but you are wrong." He pointed towards the ceiling as if expecting to find more of the spiders." Those spiders were there for some time. They are underground dwellers, once ridden by the drow no less. Seeing them up here can mean many things, but I believe something has disturbed their nest."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Many things in the deep are disturbed by the fires," Azior says distractedly rummaging around for food.</span></span><br/><br/>Rocko looked at the child with a queer eye. "Has the boy seen too much and lost his wits?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"No," he said somewhat blunt. "He is fine, perfectly fine," tone almost defensive. "What do we call you?"</span><br/><br/>He shrugged and straightened himself with an air of dignity. "I am Rocko Underhill. Scholor, diplomat, messenger, theorist and all around explorer, at your service." He finished with bow. "That boy is lucky I arrived when I did. The largest of those spiders you fought was here having a grand feast but luckily I know a few tricks to deal with their kind simply enough."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Azior sat down on the ground on the square of floor that was different then all the rest. Having found some food. He paused in the process and grinned, "I was never in trouble." He said and then went back to eating.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Well, they fell on us and I was forced to slay all of them. There were some Drow in the inn though..." he mused with a fond memory of the younger one. "They must have left at some point during the attack..." he said with a shrug.</span><br/><br/>"Whether they commanded them or not matters little now." He said hiding a grin. "I did find something interesting here in the kitchen though, over the-" He stopped when he noticed the child sitting on that exact spot. clearing his through he continued. "Over there. The wall above it holds runes I don't recognize, Perhaps if I had the time to study them for the day I could understand their meaning."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Azior didn't pay attention to the two adults talking. He was often overlooked and was so used to it he didn't even notice anymore. Only when he felt the gazes of the adults upon him did he look up to catch the last of the halflings words. "It's not hard." he said not understanding why it would take the halfling a day to study them to understand their meaning.</span></span><br/><br/>"You understand those runes child?" He asked, his curiosity of the boy finally peaked.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Durzol walked over and examined the runes too. "Aye they are not hard. I read the prayer of Hextor in this tongue."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"I put them there," He replied as if that was something absolutely normal. Offering no explanation of the runes.</span></span><br/><br/>"Durzol, I don't mean to pry but who, or what is this child?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"He is not a what, he is a child," he snapped. "As for what the runes say. "If you seek to cross into the darkness simply walk beyond what you see before you.'' A riddle of somekind," he grunted. "Azior what does that mean?"</span><br/><br/>Rocko waited patiently, paying no mind to the flared anger of the halforc<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Azior looked up to meet Durzol's gaze. "It means that if you know how to open the way you can cross into His realm"</span></span><br/><br/>"Who's realm? Do you know how to open the way?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"The way is never closed to me," Azior replied deliberately ignoring the question of who's realm it belonged to.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Can you show us this realm?"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"If you want me to I can." Azior says rising slowly to his feet.</span></span><br/><br/>"If we are to go into strange realms I suggest we leave it for tomorrow my friends. I am exhausted from the days travels. This riddle's only answer seems to be more questions. I am going to turn in for the night. If the innkeeper lives he may see my removal of the large spider as payment enough for the room." He gave a kind look and smile to the half-orc and child. "If there is nothing else friends I will speak to you on the morn." He walked out of the room then, nodding acknowledgement to the others but nothing more.<br/><br/>Making his way into his room, he secured the door and opened the window to his room. Some rain was creeping in, but for what he had in mind it wouldn't matter. He reached out with his mental link and felt the spiders. Their thoughts brushing against his own still exilerated him. He enjoyed it for a moment but knew he needed his rest. He instructed four of the small ones to come to his room, and in just a few minutes they crawled through the open window. It took a simple instruction through the link to put them at the doorway in wait to protect the entrance, and he could sleep safe.