Removing the crude wooden barrier, as door would be far too generous for this troll crafted hunk of wood, Talneth enters the earthen cave. The normal smells of predators one would expect is suppressed, its place taken by the heavy, but not overpowering scent of troll sweat in air made hot from so many large bodies sleeping in an enclosed space. This odour is by no means pleasant, but it could easily be worse, and strangely enough it reminds the drow of the perfume certain priestesses would wear. Not exactly the same, but there is a resemblance, so maybe he had stumbled upon a key ingredient?<br/>Then he kicked the rock and immediately freezes, muscles tense and ready to bolt for the exit. Every stirring of a sleeping green forms seems to be them awakening, but he counts to five and it never happens, so he continues making sure to avoid any further rocks as picks up an amulet and pair of leather boot, before returning to the noticeably worried surface elf.<br/>As soon as he approaches her she leans in close, but even her swift whisper of “Let’s g-,“ is interrupted by a ferocious roar that chills your blood. Because you remember that sound, it was the battle cry of the troll alpha you killed, and it is close. Close enough that a moment later you hear the crashing of heavy footsteps as it charges down the ravine towards you, past its fallen pack mates. “But we killed it. You burn it,” Nelynda shakes her head, then realizing the danger turns to run as the trolls within the lair stir in response to their leader’s call.