<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/959/028/large/jore-escalera-dungeonmastersub01.jpg?1437008046)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 28pt;">DM</span><br/><hr/><br/>Taking a moment to examine the body, Kayla was quickly able to realize that this wasn't a human at all, but a dwarf, a male dwarf. The dwarf was practically torn to shreds, his hide armor cut to pieces on his back and deep bite or claw marks littering his form. However, oddly, Kayla realizes that it appears that the intent of these attacks wasn't to consume, but only to kill. A realization that somehow makes it even more frightening.<br/><br/>"Jerdon..." Isabella muttered from behind as she squatted down next to Kayla to look. "H-he was one of the first pair of mercenaries we hired... I never saw what happened to him. The Mistress and I... we ran as soon as the creatures emerged. They were-" Isabella began to explain, but Orlith was already moving ahead.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUDykhGMHM0/WWaPn5pMjPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SFR-BaerCjofzdA2YxSU2SFMza8BCwdlACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/Skyrim_20170108121814.jpg)</div>The extra light the Ifritian was emitting helped greatly for the rest of the group to make out the room. It was a nearly perfectly circular space with a low ceiling that Orlith was close to bumping her head against. What immediately drew attention, were the two dozen or more cubby holes carved into the walls all around them. In nearly each hole was a thick sack that appeared to be made of some cloth-like substance that were several feet long but narrow across. The room itself must have run forty or fifty paces across in any direction, leaving those at the front just able to make out an open doorway on the opposite end of the chamber.<br/><br/><em>Crack.</em><br/><br/>The sound echoed in the chamber as Orlith took another step, her heavy boot coming down on a bundle of twigs and leaves. Looking down, with aid of the light shining off her broadsword, she and those behind her were able to see the massive bed of rubbish and refuse that was beneath their feet. Twisted and gnarled pieces of wood, beds of dried, dying leaves, excrement scattered off into the corners. It suddenly hit the party; they were standing in a nest of some sort.<br/><br/>Taking their surroundings in for a moment, both Selena and Wren notice a number of large holes on the edges of the room, some carved straight up through the ground and others in the walls themselves. Holes nearly two feet wide and tall.<br/><br/>"Smooth-skins walk-walksies into our nest," a snarling echoing voice called all of the sudden. "Pitter-patter their feetsies! I hear! Oh, I hear! Why Smooth-skins not learn?!" The voice became angrier, more bestial. The party could hear more skittering now, but coming from nearly every side.<br/><br/>"Did Master sends Smooth-skins to kills me? No! Musktooth no die!"