The pass is silent save for some sounds comming through holes in the rocks. YOu have two of the boys with you. Barret and Vorador took the others though the pass under the cover of a magical fog cloud and are no where to be seen. Dead litter the ground and the fighting has chased off all wildlif, so you are in the pass at dark. The next moves are all yours!
Zemzelett crouches down to bring himself to Melirel and Luth's eye level. He could tell they earnestly want to mount a rescue mission now. No, more like they need to mount a rescue mission now. "We're sort of running low on resources, and half of us cannot see in the dark. Although..." his voice trails off. The half-elf rummages through the wagon and takes out all the spell scrolls, magic oils, and potions. "We might have more than we thought," he finishes his sentence. Zemzelett tries