As we made ready to venture into the caverns, the young mage decided to accompany us, this time we made our way towards a more constructed tunnel, which did little to silence our movements, as a growling from beyond made us wary.
A surprise attack with our trusty oil bombs rendered a group of the evil monks to a crispy grave, the remaining morphed into hideous forms but were quickly struck down by our warriors.
Our battle had alerted the growlers, who pounced on us, a canine ravaging myself and another on my poor thief comrade, who succumbed to a nasty bite, a third attacked one of the dwarves with heated breath, he survived singed and badly wounded, we beat a retreat.
The young mage brought forth his scroll and as he read the runes the floor before us open up and a monstrous figure emerged strangling one hound, this panicked the rest who started back up the corridor, buoyed by the turn in fortune we raced after them.
As the summoned earth creature pummelled the remaining hounds, the warrior brought their leader down and we bundled him back to the horses, the sound of an alarm ringing made us haste to home with what little prize we had.
Our prisoner was quite resilient to my torture questioning, we got little information, his broken fragile fingers holding a quill managed to supply a map of sorts, in the meanwhile I had planned to honour my fallen comrade thief, but he was not a member of our congregation I must have just forgotten about it.