You sit and wait by the pool of liquid. It's not like the troglodytes can harm you anyway, and when the beards return, you hope they'll have figured out that you're their happy underground spider f
riend
You wait some more. Some of the giant cave spiders have ambled off, unwilling to wait for more beards to emerge. You wonder how they survive as ambush predators if they have so little patience. Eventually, a party of five beards make their way down the steps, dragging an unconscious figure wearing a grand crown and deep purple robe. One of his hands appears to be stitched on with some sort of glossy blue thread. The other five are a mixed bunch - one of them is a member of the party from before sans shoddy armour, but the remaining four are of unknown profession. One rolls a barrel of more liquid behind him. How is this wondrous fluid produced? You poke the little pool next to you expectantly, but they have put up another door and cannot see.
(yes, Xom is the little
X, because a gabbro-coloured X was too stair-like)
"...siege, and"
"...thought biological warfare was illegal"
"oh you"
"how do we..."
The door opens again, and the one with a little hammer emerges. You tense up, but to your relief, he begins chipping at the floor instead. First he draws a beardless beard (the very notion confuses you) with an evil expression holding a weapon. Then he draws a passable image of you, looking menacing. Finally, he draws some beards behind you, looking happy and pouring something out of a barrel, presumably the liquid.
The meaning of this picture is confusing to you. Do they want you to do something? You ponder over this for a while...
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