GM Note:<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/aqm0rPQ.png)</div><br/>Davriel and Mileena continued on their morning tea inside a squat, dilapidated building made of iron wood.  The furniture that remained, hewn stone that had been polished with some degree of acumen, fit a dwarf just fine, but the long-legged Mileena and the handsome Davriel both were too tall to fit such accommodations.<br/><br/>Ithika left their company, followed by Shara, virtually bending over at the waist in order to avoid hitting her head on the header as she departed the squat building.  Presumably, Stryker followed fast after them upon their lord's command.<br/><br/>There were men loitering around "the camp."  Men that had been brought forth to assist Lord Davriel with his expedition.  They had yet been taken to toil after their master's ambition, so they had been reduced to establishing their sleeping and living arrangements all across the pit.  (This, of course, does not appear on the map, but please pretend that there are men loitering about).<br/><br/>As Ithika drew nearer to the entrance of the mine, a loud, resonating growl, which stank of blood to Ithika's sensitive nostrils, emerged from the mine's depths.  To everyone else, the sound was merely a growl, but Ithika, you who have lived in the underground for most of your existence, you immediately know the dreaded call of... the LUNARMA.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4b/a2/51/4ba251c496f8fef16e0de11a62c79f78.png)</div>