{Ah, I wasn't clear - the other wolverine is the one in the room with you - behind there is supposed to be a secret passage (search DC 15 or you can take twenty), or so he has been told. Somewhere in the atrium is supposed to be another secret passage (search DC 25)}.<br/><br/>"There- there are twenty-eight of us," he blurts, "and some number of Poison Dusk. Eleven are away,<span style="font-style: italic">encouraging</span>appropriate tribute... You've... you've killed or<span style="font-style: italic">eaten</span>all but six of the ones here. Seven, counting me. The Priestess, three of her acolytes, and two other blackscales. There aren't any more creatures. It was our role to feed and master them, in areas of the temple forbidden to Poison Dusk and lesser lizardfolk. The dragon... we worship the Children of Rahshaak, for he is the flesh of our God, but they are not yet full-grown. He can pass through the wells, with caution. The Priestess..." he pauses, blurts, "she dislikes him, even as she reveres him. He is undisciplined... but still divine..."