Horgus' mouth drops open then shuts again, remaining silent this time.<br/><br/>Chief Sull listens to Zanthus' suggestions, musing.<br/><br/>"Thank you for your aid. Striking multiple times may be a wise course of action, but knowing this group, they will make sure they hold a choke point, so that they can only be attack from two sides, and one of those sides is the route to the surface. You must also be aware that they can see in total darkness, and routinely kill any photoluminescent plants and fungus in the area. I do have some things that may be able to help you though."<br/><br/>He rummages around in a cupboard for for a minute, then withdraws a burlap sack, passing it to Zanthus. Inside there are nine potions.<br/><br/>"That will help give you some endurance at the very least."<br/><br/>Anevia butts into the converstation, "And I hate to spoil your idea, but I don't think you'll be leaving any of us behind. I can still shoot, Vash still has his make, and Horgus is a stubborn ass that won't allow himself to be left behind. If we find him a weapon, he will at least be able to defend himself, and each one of us has reasons to reach the surface as quickly as possible. And no offence Chief, but I don't want to be sitting around her all day, wondering if you are still alive in addition to wondering if I'll ever see my wife again. We need every advantage we can get right now, and the these Mongrels, if they are great enough in numbers, may be able to help the survivors on the surface. I, at the very least, will not be waiting around to bring aid to those in need."<br/><br/>Horgus nods at Zanthus, but says nothing and starts sulking.<br/><br/>"I can't ask my people to donate supplies to you when we need everything down here, but if you want to pick those up Lydia, I'm sure you can find them in the market near the shore."<br/><br/>As Lydia describes the brooch, recognition immediately comes to Chief Sull's face. "Indeed I know that amulet. It is a broach forged by my grandfather when we were first driven below the surface, depicting what was to become the symbol for our settlement. It was last in the possession of my son, but he left Neathholm after a heated argument. I fear that now he will not return."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">occ</div><div class="spoiler_body">I've played with the conversation order a little bit to make more narrative sense. The bag contains six potions of cure light wounds and three potions of lesser restoration. </div></div>