<span style="color: YellowGreen">I know there's a nest of Skridmucks.</span>Again Jal noted that not everyone at the table knew what he was talking about.<span style="color: YellowGreen">They're these nasty little bastards, scavengers, mostly. I've only heard about them attacking people in large groups.</span>He shrugged.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Beyond that, who knows? The treasure may be hidden in a cave,</span>he tapped the doorway on the map<span style="color: YellowGreen">So there may be cave spiders as well. Unless there's some magical somesuch guarding the place. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">Now,</span>he stood from the table and gathered up the map.<span style="color: YellowGreen">Unless there are other questions, I would ask we get underway. I don't want to stay a poor shit stain on the ass of Rivain one second longer than I must.</span>Jal said, looking around the tavern at its patrons who so readily sneered and insulted him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>