He'd heard stories of creatures like this; natives of the subterranean Darklands, they're known as Skulks. They're inherently masters of stealth, able to blend in in the darkness with minimal effort, and are adept at using it to ambush opponents, with an inherent ability to strike at weak spots.<br/><br/>"This way, then," the female said, clambering up the slope to the ledge he's standing on, and leading him through the nearby passage. The other two climbed up behind them, taking up the rear... and setting up a flank, on him. This cramped cave is filled with metal junk covering almost every inch of ground. The precarious pile rises up in a heaplike hut to the northwest.<br/><br/>"Sef," the female called. "We have someone we think might be able to help."<br/><br/>A moment later, a fourth skulk emerged from the hut. Another female, and this one wearing a rather skimpy set of leather armor, little more than leather straps, covering the vitals. "Another traveler?" she asks. "Are you willing to make a deal? There's a tribe of gremlins, living deeper in these caves. If you can take care of them for us, I can reward you," she said. "As well as offer you safe passage through this section."