Taking a moment to review the final piece of work to ensure that it had been worth the bartered price, Twich nodded his approval before looking back at That Which Consumes Peace. "[color=f7941d]Good. Check in on Clotho to get an update on what's happening with the Dwarves and then use your own judgement when you should be going in. If this goes well we won't even need to sacrifice your two guys; Before you start selecting your new agents through do keep in mind that the Master wanted his share of prisoners and he is already somewhat displeased with you. Consider this a chance to get into the Master's good graces... And if you are successful at that, he won't really care if you take a few extra dwarves for your own proposes... And if you do a [i]really[/i] good job, you might be able to talk him into putting you in charge of whatever group Shukra is on next mission he sends us out on...[/color]" 

It was a large prize to dangle in front of the demon... thing and Twich knew it. The Kobold knew full well that Shukra and That Which Consumes Peace were at odds with each other and the chance for the demon to be able to lord a higher status in the status quo over the tiger and rub that fact in his face would be mighty tempting... the resentment and infighting such a situation would cause would only make the chance to claim it even harder to resist. "[color=f7941d]Try to keep any prisoners you take in the upper mine. The lower mine is going to have a very bad day...[/color]"

Regardless of That Which Consume's Peace decision on what to do, Twich focused his efforts on his brewing. The first cauldron was filled and more or less ready, only needing one more addition before the otherwise harmless liquid inside started to bellow a highly toxic smoke; That would be added once they arrived at the site, since doing so in a closed room was a highly stupid idea. Having the lid of the cauldron clamped tightly shut, some Imps were going to have to be recruited to carry the thing to ensure arrive. Working on the second cauldron, Twich knew that two would have to do. They wouldn't have the time to create a third and the whole point was to render the lower mine shafts highly dangerous to living things. 

Hopefully the explosives the Master wanted them to retrieve were stored in the upper shafts... If not, Clotho's bugs seemed disposable.