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[Culise]

Mirella's smile grew slightly fixed at the insult to Selūne, but her tone remained even and amiable.  "There is more to worship than power alone.  It is what you do with the power you have been granted that determines if you are worthy of that power, and what your god wishes to see done that determines if they are worthy of your worship.  A dragon that sacks villages and carries off a trifle of gold and some elf is in no way the equal in power or worth to a goddess."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Adrik, Arwen, Cian, Johanna:
The troglodytes make vague shrugging gestures and allow you to pass, turning back to their kills with teeth bared and stomachs rumbling.

Mirella:
"Then you don't understand the true might of Dragons, and there's no hope for you, unbeliever." The woman in purple leans against the cave wall, and pointedly ignores Mirella.

[Dwarmin]

"Right, well that's done.

Let's take a look through the rest of the cave, and see what there is to see. We're still looking for intelligence, as it were.

Mirella! Bring that worthless sack of tacky dyed purple burlap out here!

We're going on a guided tour."

Action: Right, let's go see/search any leftover rooms (permission to speed along as much as you feel, GM)
Assume Johanna, at least, is looking for anything of inherent magical value that might have been missed by the Trogs-maybe a fallen wizards spellbook! Or just some scrolls...and strategic information (maps/orders and such), if any is to be found.

[FelixSparks]

Arwen nods, hefting the new captive over his shoulder again. "I don't mind, so long as we hurry. I'd like to get back to Greenest soon, they have my sword. I think it's mad at me for leaving it behind, and that's why some of my ribs are broken." He chuckles at his own jest, looking towards his teammates. "I mean, I can suddenly see the flow of Magic, so swords with feelings can probably exist too, right?"

[Dwarmin]

Johanna thought back to her history...

"Technically, you can imbue a sentience into nearly everything, with magic...before the Spellplague, there were legends of such weapons, never plentiful-but, still much more than today. Khazid'hea, Enserric, Shazzelim, Azureedge, Aryvelahr Kerym..." she said, rattling off the names of those ancient, long lost relics...

"Back in those days nearly every magical item created, held a fragment of it's owners soul inherent to it's creation-this made them very powerful, though I've read it sapped a vital essence from the creator as well. We've lost those secrets since then...trying to imbue a part of your soul into a construct is...quite dangerous. More than a few of my friends back in college were seriously injured attempting to do so. One of them-quite a beautiful young woman-nearly turned herself into a painting forever. Heh...well, ah, we were just barely able to get her out...much, to my later regret...

...Ahem, thus-magical items in our age, are not nearly as powerful, or plentiful as they once were. I assure you, such an item as a sentient sword, or a singing spear would be far easier to loot from an existing owner, than to construct from 'scratch', as you would say."

[TheBiggerFish]

Adrik is looking for magical items as well.

[Culise]

Mirella winced slightly at the shout.  "I see that the others have done what they wished.  I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come with us."

Escort our prisoner to the others, then follow along in our little quest to 100% the map

[My Name is Immaterial]

The group reunitied, they tour the cave, dragging their new prisoner along. When probed with questions, she refuses to answer, and scoffs at threats, negotiation or coercion, blathering on about her "Unbreakable devotion to the Dragon Queen!" During the tour, the group gets a first hand look at a troglodyte cave. They've already designated an area for food storage, an area for refuse, doused the torches, taken over the sleeping quarters for their own use, and begun taunting some drakes held in a chamber. As for loot, it seems that the party has already collected anything of worth, and the troglodytes collected everything else.

The party collects their things, their prisoners and heads out of the cave. The hunters are still milling around their fire, having broken out a strong drink and joking coarsely. The group, about to leave the remnants of the cultist's camp, remembers that they stashed Lord Underbough in a hidden spring, and retrieve His Lordship. The well dressed halfling is awake again, now fully rested, and is surprised and excited to see that the group has returned.
"Hello, dear fellows. I hate to trouble you, but I am completely lost. I can't seem to remember how I got here, or even who I am. You seem much more respectable than those horrible ruffians out there," he says, shooting a disgusted look out of the cave. "Would you kindly escort me to the nearest manor?"

[Dwarmin]

Johanna was a bit miffed they hadn't so much had found a map clearly labeled "<--ATTACK HERE!" or 'LOCATION OF OUR SECRET MOUNTAIN LAIR!-->", but all in all she was still in a good mood, and prepared to humor the Noble.

"Well, It's a bit of a walk 'My Lord', but rest assured we're heading back to civilization. There's quite a story to tell, but we might save it for later..."

[FelixSparks]

"Of course, your lordship. We'll be heading to Greenest, if that's acceptable to you?" He suggests, hoisting the drunken cultist onto a better position on his shoulder. He'd nearly forgotten about the halfling...

[Dwarmin]

"Of course, your lordship. We'll be heading to Greenest, if that's acceptable to you?" He suggests, hoisting the drunken cultist onto a better position on his shoulder. He'd nearly forgotten about the halfling...

"Don't forget to go and round up all those Drakes you tamed, boy. Giant toothy lizards come quite in handy, at least when they're not foiled by suspiciously placed ledges..."

"I-I see... I had feared more drakes. But yes, I will assist."

Johanna socked Cian in the lower chest.

"Don't mumble, boy! Speak up! Yer got a thought in your head, please feel free to contribute!" She growled, taking on the same barking method of communication she used on Arwen. Despite being an 142 year old Elf, he had already seemingly been downgraded to 'boy'.

After, Johanna grabbed a hold of Cian before he could vanish nimbly into the background, as he seemed quite apt at doing. Either that, or he was a ghost and no-one had noticed...

"And you! You never even told us your name. We can barely tell you're there! Are you all right? Maybe you had one too many knocks with a Kobold club? I'm surprised you have a head on your shoulders after enduring all that Drake gas, really. Fresh air must be nice, huh?" She said, continuing to prod him for a response.

[FelixSparks]

"Right right." With a loud whistle and a few shouts in Draconic, Arwen calls the Drakes over to escort them back to Greenest.

[TheBiggerFish]

Adrik just nods.

[Tawa]

After, Johanna grabbed a hold of Cian before he could vanish nimbly into the background, as he seemed quite apt at doing. Either that, or he was a ghost and no-one had noticed...

"And you! You never even told us your name. We can barely tell you're there! Are you all right? Maybe you had one too many knocks with a Kobold club? I'm surprised you have a head on your shoulders after enduring all that Drake gas, really. Fresh air must be nice, huh?" She said, continuing to prod him for a response.

The monk is startled as Johanna pulls him aside.

"Agh! Thou art the most brash and bold woman I have laid eyes on in my many years. I am in peak condition, if I may say so; if thou speaks't of mine dialect, all I have met outside my monast'ry do comment it sounds strange unto their ears; and though I am said to be passionate when preaching, they say I presence lack." The monk briefly pauses, and adds,  "As for my name, I am the humble monk of Brother Cian, and I hail from the great mountain off some faraway distance," finishing by gesturing off in several directions at once.

[TheBiggerFish]

"Nice to meet you, Brother Cian.  Which god do you preach of?"