Cyrano carefully set his treasures down and as out of the way as he could before following Fazra back down the hall he and eh-cho had come through. The scent definately came from the smaller tunnel that fazra had found, as did the sounds of struggle. 
"Shall we to battle fellow Fazra?" Cyrano asked, even as someone stepped out from the tunnel wielding a torch and a shield, clearly hard pessed and holding his own.
Cyrano peered down the tunnel and saw the abomination pressing toward where they were gathered in the larger tunnel. Cyrano moved, intending to place what he thought was a reassuring claw on the new-comers shoulder, and let forth a mighty bellow of challenge belying his usually mellow, demeanor.
[@Necrophage] "no fear fellow. Let us feast on this foes bones" he said with a growl in his throat.