Without a word, Tate slides the sunrod back into his haversack, and backed into a wall. He tried to remain perfectly still and quiet...the armor plating wasn't helping.
When Tate douses his light and puts his back to the wall, two things happen simultaneously:
First, Tate realizes that it is pitch black and he can't see his hand in front of his face.
Second, there is a flurry of movement and loud whispers down the eastern tunnel.
"How long do we have left on these po- WHAT WAS THAT?"
"Shh... Hardec is signaling..."
Then relative silence, though it sounds like a couple of them couldn't be silent if they were wrapped in cotton batting standing still in a padded room. They don't sound like they're approaching.
"Pelor's holy light, monsters indeed!" exclaims a deep, masculine voice, which belongs to a large man in shining plate, wielding a longsword and carrying a shield emblazoned with a many-rayed sun. Behind him down the tunnel is a dwarf, also heavily armed and armored. There is someone behind him, but Krellish cannot
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Tate slid the sunrod back out, and sloshed up behind Krellish, calling out as he did so. "By the endless magic of Wee Jas, stand down, gentle peoples!"
He brandished the sunrod in one hand, maul clutched in the other, and sunk into a martial stance. He felt this wasn't a good start to their search.