---The Villians---
Walking along in a layer of filth in an underground cave wasn't exactly Eliza's definition of a 'good day', but it was for a good reason... Well, not a 'good' reason, but she didn't want to stress herself out further with semantics and they had a job to do. Behind her splashing in the ankle-high water was her faithful companion Mr. Graves. He wasn't much of a talker, but she honestly felt more comfortable with him than her other companions. Still, they were kind of forced together due to circumstance... And the post-mortem demands of their parents. Eliza shook her head, still unable to believe that her mother, a lich hundreds of years old, had managed to get herself killed. Eliza shook her head, dismissing the thoughts. She could think about that some more when they were back at the dungeon.

Eliza, along with her 'companions' who she admittedly didn't know them all that well (she [i]had[/i] only met them two weeks before, and not exactly in the best circumstances). Somewhere in this cave was their goal. A kobold warren, deep below the surface. The plan was to reach them and attempt to persuade them to join our cause, either by diplomacy through force... And she was sure they had brought plenty of force.

Up ahead, the tunnel seemed to be growing shorter and thinner, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. It was good because hey, they were probably getting closer to the kobolds. It wasn't so good because they'd be stuck in tiny, cramped tunnels, barely big enough to hold them. Not to mention kobold's and their obsession with traps. A skill that surely be useful if the kobolds were on their side, but would probably be making their lives hell until they convinced them to help...