<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry, just morning brain fuzz. I'll go back and edit. </div></div><br/>"Well met. I am Chief Sull of Neathholm," says the large many, who oddly resembles a rather fat naked mole rate as he stands. "I am afraid we are a simple people, while we certainly can care for the injured, we have no access to the type of magic that would repair such grievous wounds.<br/><br/>"Also," interjects Anevia, "You're out of your fucking minds if you think that I'm staying here while Irabeth is still on the surface. I am not leaving my wife behind." Her voice is powerful and strong with this statement, you don't get the sense that she's angry, just assertive.<br/><br/>"Indeed," remarks Sull, as he retrieves his fallen morningstar. "Seer Opoli is a witch, I'll see if she can lend you any of her healing magic. Come to my home, we can get you help from there in gratitude for helping us defend our homes."<br/><br/>As he speak, he shoves the stone doors open, which swing surprising smoothly. Inside is the humble hamlet of Neathholm.<br/><br/>A small, dark lake ripples in the center of this three-hundred-foot-wide cavern, the walls and ceiling aglow with thick sheets of luminescent fungi and mushrooms. In the center of the lake, over two dozen low stone buildings cluster on a rocky two-hundred-foot-wide island. Lights glow in the windows of the buildings, giving the settlement an almost welcoming look. Rafts made of mismatched planks of timber bob along the length of a crooked pier at the lake’s closest shore.<br/><br/>Chief Sull lets out a call and several more rafts come over, bearing about a dozen mongrels of various sizes and shapes. Half take up guard posts around the entryways and half start to deal with the bodies.<br/><br/>Sull continues to speak, looking at you appraisingly with his one good eye. “We will take this one over,” he says, picking up a pole to push the raft across the lake. “ While we travel I would have it known from your own mouths how you can to be so far below the surface and what your business here is. Please tell me your story.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Anyone paying closer attention to their surroundings as you travel can make a Perception Check.</div></div>