The kobold squeals, “A couple of hours at most. It was supposed to be very, very soon.”<br/><br/>The redhead speaks again, “Perhaps some introductions and a stock of our abilities would be helpful. It would at least give us an idea of where we all came from and how me may be able to get out of here. I am Arath of the Eladrin. I serve the Powers of the Celts as their priest and in return, they grant me their divine magic.”<br/><br/>Once everyone is done, he joins Marcus. “I, at least, am going to go down and check this treasure out. I’ve never experienced fighting alongside a minotaur before now, so that at the very least will be a gain for me even if what’s down there is worthless.”<br/><br/>Knowing where it is now, Marcus spots the trapdoor easily. Hauling it open he does indeed see the small, command centrish room… as well as a thing inside that looks like a man without skin.<br/><br/>Arath immediately drops to a defensive posture, brandishing his longspear, but not attack. “Ho, what is this new creature? Does it mean foul or fair to us?”<br/><br/>One of the shades, a female, wails, “you can’t leave us hear! We are captured souls, not bound for hell but trapped by foul play! You must help us!”