We rested in the glowing cavern and were joined by a imprudent cleric from the fort who had foolishly stumbled upon us seeking a "pebble", although he appeared as just another mouth to feed from our dimishing rations, we welcomed him as comrade, albeit one whose diety was somewhat blasphemous to the glory of Mar Nod.
As we rested, our guards alerted us to some interlopers, we prepared for an attack but four wretched neanderthal individuals appeared that presented no threat, they reacted without violence and although not able to convey their thoughts, they seemed distressed and we decided to assist them, which led to an encounter with some ogres which were quickly overcome with the assistance of the great Mar Nod.
The neanderthals, impressed with our prowess, led us to their chief, who we had encountered before and warmly embraced our crew, we managed to convince him to join with an assault on the rat-folk, so we had time to rest and partake in some nourishing flesh of our fallen enemies, those with weaker stomach were fretful the next morning, baleful they would be devoid of the glory of Mar Nod the (somewhat dubious) protector.
So now, behind our mighty army, we advanced to wreck vengance on the rats, we dispersed a hairless one on our way and strive forward to the grand battle which should see us out of this forsaken hole.