TripTripleTimes
Tripping Time
The back of Ryphle's neck itches like a banshee at the mention of their sheer dumb luck but the drow resist the urge and avoid eye contact with any of his party members.
"I would also like to talk to the guy that stopped the guard earlier. He seems like the one charge of the arms... He should be upstairs. And scouting the top floor won't hurt either." He whispers back. "Should we split to cover more ground or stick together?"
They should have talked a bit more about a plan... They really should have talked about everything. Oh well, if worst comes to worst... They'll figure something out on the fly.
"I would also like to talk to the guy that stopped the guard earlier. He seems like the one charge of the arms... He should be upstairs. And scouting the top floor won't hurt either." He whispers back. "Should we split to cover more ground or stick together?"
They should have talked a bit more about a plan... They really should have talked about everything. Oh well, if worst comes to worst... They'll figure something out on the fly.