The party's day starts with a thud, as a snoring Garret rolls out of his bed. "God," he groans. "Feels like I slept for a year and a half."
Lottie: HT, vs 10: 14, failure by 4.
Miguel: HT, vs 12, +5 (Rapid healing) = 17: 15, success by 2.
Everyone's in reasonably good condition after the previous day's healing, although the two that were injured still bear some bruises and scratches. While Lottie makes up a stew of hardtack and salt pork, Elias does his best to scratch a map of the barrow as they know it onto the table with a lump of charcoal.
Elias: Cartography, vs 12, +4 (extra time) = 16: 14, success by 2.
"Here's the route we took yesterday," he begins, tracing a line with his finger. "There's the surgery rooms, and there's the large hall we found the undead in." He pointed to the large oval that dominated the table. "There was nothing back the other way, but I think if we take a right down this corridor we can get to the sunken hall much quicker."
The thief grumbles. "Do we really want to?"
"That's the only way forward I can see," the monk shrugs. "We could leave, of course."
Garret taps his fingers impatiently. "No chance. We're finding Rutger - and besides, we've found nothing worth the trip so far. I'm not heading back to town with my tail between my legs because the little girl's too scared of a few dusty old bones." Nodding his assent, Miguel straps on his sword belt and places his hand on Lottie's shoulder. "They won't get the jump on us again," he reassures her. She twists free of his grasp.
"But what if the rest of the place is underwater? I'm not going swimming down there." She looks at Elias for support, but he smiles apologetically.
"I understand your concerns, but I don't think it could have sunk much deeper than that without bringing down the whole structure. The rooms on this side," he pointed at his makeshift map, "might be waterlogged, but I doubt they'll be submerged completely." The thief sighs, and laces her boots extra tight.
