The people down the east tunnel crowd toward the intersection.
The man with the shield
5' to N13
steps up, swinging his sword at Krellish.
"By Pelor's cleansing light, I strike at thee!" he shouts grandiosely, but his blade bounces of Krellish's thick hide.
"Move up for the flank," shouts the dwarf to the halfling. "I'll be there in just a bit!"
The halfling, glancing at Tate, declines this advice, instead
to O13. He has to tumble because he is squeezing as it is only a half square.
tumbling behind the paladin. Unfortunately for him, he loses his footing on the slippery floor.
The dwarf grasps his holy symbol, a small pair of crossed axes worn on a chain around his neck, gesticulating and chanting.
When he is finished, he dusts off his hands, nodding in satisfaction, and strolls up next to the paladin.
A smarmy looking man with a lute pushes up behind him and begins to play a rousing war ballad.
Behind the lute-player, an elven woman in arcane robes lifts her hands into the air, sending off a small volley of invisible balls of force from her fingertips that unerringly smash into Krellish.