Ugnar sighed after finishing his search, then let out a soft, "Hmmmm..."<br/><br/>His thoughts were interrupted by the question from the halfling, and he snapped his eyes to her, pondering her question.<br/><br/>"Deeper in. Likely the largest room they could find where more of them can gather. They're fairly cowardly in small numbers, but in larger batches - dangerous, and their spine grows more stout when there are more of their fellows around," he said, rising to his feet.<br/><br/>"These used to have some sort of clan markings - but they've been... cut away, or burned away - removed somehow, which doesn't make any sense unless an entirely NEW clan has taken over. Never seen that before," he said, shaking his head.<br/><br/>His eyes turned back to the halfling, looking down at her. "The poet asked you which way we should go," he said, content to go any way she chose - as long as it was toward more of these hated creatures.