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Rhea grabs Harpe by the waist and pulls her along as she goes to inspect the portcullis. it appears to be made of a thick cast iron. she reasons that forcing it open would be unreasonably difficult and time consuming. she doesnt see a mechanism to unlatch the gate, either. it must be elsewhere. on the other end of the portcullis is a short hallway and a small wooden door. is this an alternate path? or maybe a treasure room! her Gnollish greed allows her mind to wander. she hopes to find some strong booze, or something shiny and golden to bring back to her clan.
"I'll keep an eye on the bridge." Aisha says, hefting her long machete and marching over to the wooden suspension bridge, "I've not gone so cloudy yet. I'll keep the beasties back."
"oh. be careful!" Vashti urges as they trot along with her.
Aisha and Vashti study the area. Vashti, a seasoned explorer, recognizes the skull totems. they are made of foam plastic, actually. they poke the totem a couple times with their saparra, and it wobbles pathetically.
Aisha peers across the chasm. she can see shining from the pit. it must be a pool of some kind. water, she hopes. on the other side of the bridge a summoning circle seems to be smudged and a set of ashen footprints lead away, disappearing at the other end of the bridge.
"oi, Knightess Gnoll!" Aisha calls back, "any idea what made these marks?"
Rhea, an expert in Daemonology, nods smugly, "looks like Daemons took up roost."
"Daemons?" Harpe gasps, "what vile anathema! what can we do?"
"we smack them around, dipshit." Rhea snorts, she flicks Harpe's nose playfully as she says this, and Harpe whines in aggravation.
"these look like imp scrawlings." Rhea ponders, "they're annoying little shits, but not too tough. be careful though, if they summoned a female, that could be a problem."
"because then they can breed?" Harpe says, rubbing her nose.
"no, because a female imp can crack you in half like a twig, cutiepie."
Rhea makes a point to bare her teeth as she says this, and Harpe swallows nervously.
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