Mutterings

Majvok stalked ahead considering his options. The group was growing and so becoming harder to manipulate, he needed them to complete his bargain with the demi-god, but he did not like the idea of sharing the spoils with so many.

The she-dwarf was good sport as was the elf, even if they were both a little prim for his liking, but the Jotun was another matter entirely. Behind that noble surface was a well of darkness they were yet to tap, he was sure of it. He did not want to be around when the damn broke.

The old fool Kespin he dismissed out of hand, and the new Dwarf seemed affable enough and for the present time useful for getting them out of this gods damned hole. Jorrik troubled him somewhat, he was half a rogue and so they should have an affinity, but instead their remained a guarded distance between them. He could not be sure of the man if push came to shove and what was more the fool was mixed up in magic and carried that damned sword taken from the Valkyries that any sane man would have cast into a bottomless pit at the first chance.

As for their latest addition... another half elf and it would seem a dabbler in magic. He spat to the ground to expel his displeasure and grumbled to himself as he walked on.

The cavern began to climb and then open up into another vast chamber and for the first time in what seemed and age cool air began to drift across his skin. Could they be near the surface already? The was a mist rolling across the floor in the vast chamber and a short way in the distance he saw what appeared to be white pillars rising from the stone in an odd formation. He stopped to study them from afar, thinking that but for their vast size they appeared to be the carcass of some huge beast.

He decided to wait for the group to see what they made of the sight. There was safety in numbers after all.