Lantis groaned softly and cradled his throbbing head. "who invited the dwarves with their hammars?" he said softly as he stood slowly, an oily, bitter taste in his mouth was more than information enough to tell him what had happened.... not for the first time, he was sure...He looked up at the man with the whip, "It<br/>ever occur to you to just ask a body to go on a trip?"  He grumbled, remembering all too well how he had gotten here, thanks to the scaliwags who had apparently drugged him in the tavern.<br/><br/>He staggered a little as he stood, his hands smoothing out his clothes and finds the set of picks stuffed into the sides of his boot cuffs. "Someday, I'll show you how to use that thing..." he mutters as he looks at the rest of the people in the hold and for any formiliar faces... and finding none.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Intelligence roll: 11<br/>Perception roll: 22<br/><br/></div></div>