brings up the rear as the last of the party darts up a short flight of stairs. The beating of goblin war drums echoes from all directions. The roughly cut stone walls, ceiling and floor are lit by a single point of faintly blue light emanating from the tip of Arrakes's spear. Harsh shadows flit all around you as the party struggles to regain its composure. You find yourself near a four-way intersection. The air is stuffy and humid, carrying the stink of body odor and waste. At your feet lie the bloodied and battered corpses of two filthy goblins. Brother Dareus
wipes muck off his hand and turns to look at his companions.
Maybe this little adventure will be more dangerous than you had expected.