Dyra raises an eyebrow at the suggestion, but doesn't question it.<br/><br/>The tunnel narrows very quickly, and is not more than 5 feet across. It looks like Zanthus' horse will be able to get through the passage, but just barely. Around the corner and 60 feet down, barely out of sight of the rest of the group's torchlight, you hear an argument between two odd, male voices.<br/><br/>"I'm telling you, the longer we leave that thing in there, the stringier its meat is going to get. Let's get a roast going and be done with it."<br/><br/>"And I keep telling you yah git, that its a fucking giant cat. If you'd listened to me and killed it while it was unconcious, we wouldn't be having this issue and would have our bellies full of cat mutton by now. But no, it won't roast properly if the blood settles inside it. So instead we're going have to wait for the stupid thing to starve to death or at least weaken. There's no point in eating it if it gets to eat us first. If you want to keep arguing, take it up with Wendaug or Hosilla, otherwise I'm done with this debate."<br/><br/>"You're no fucking fun, you know that?"<br/><br/>"Oh, bite my ass. Oh wait, the tiger can do that for you! Which is why I'm not going near that thing. Who's idea was it to keep it tied up just inside the door."<br/><br/>"Come on, we all know its there. Its not going to get us. What could possibly go wrong?"<br/><br/>"Are you fucking stupid, asking that? I wonder what I did to offend the Abyss that made fate stick me with you on guard duty."<br/><br/>Dyra whispers to Lydia, "I can see some waist high wooden blockages at the limit of my darkvision, 60 feet away, but I can't actually see the traitors. They must be just beyond that."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">occ</div><div class="spoiler_body">Map coming once I get home.</div></div>