The elf could smell open air again, but too soon for her she was swallowed back down again.  Almost instantly, she tried to push her way back up, but Ter'ra's hand was in just the right place to keep her from straightening out.  Still, the elf said nothing.  She merely continued to struggle.<br/><br/>Both of the halfling bodies had already hit the ground, and were ripe for the taking for whoever wanted them.  The two looked like each other: they could easily be brother and sister.  The woman carried very little, only her quiver of arrows and a short club.  The man, on the other hand, had pockets that were noticeably bulging.<br/><br/>Contents:<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Ten silver pieces, a penknife, flint and tinder, a few sticks of graphite, a few green grapes, a bag of red glass marbles (with one of a few other colors and a white masher), a small book of poems, and something wrapped in a piece of paper.  Unwrapping the paper reveals a small gold medallion bearing the image of a whale.  The paper itself is the last bit of a letter.  While the letter itself is a simple small talk about the recipient's grandmother in ailing health, there are three series of three light brown numbers each written under the ordinary text.</div></div></div><br/><br/>(12 to escape, so the elf's not going anywhere.)