Alice followed after Geradin as he spat "It's a dark day when a dwarf has to run from Rogs. Bastardly creatures." She couldn't help but agree. Any other day a raid like this would have been shattered by their actions, but between the Rogs somehow gaining a troll and them somehow amassing this great a number she could understand Geradin's bitterness.

Not only that, but these actions were extremely uncharacteristic of raiders. If there wasn't easy loot to get, why would they have attacked? What would make a small group like them worthy of bringing the entire might of the Rog's in the region on their heads? There was clearly darker powers at work here, and she meant to share with the party her hypothesis that they were no longer travelling unnoticed at the earliest convenient moment.

For the moment though, a retreat was in order, she stuck close to Geradin as he marched towards Calanon's way out, weapon still out just in case. As more and more of the party slowly linked up on the path there she noticed many would need healing. She smiled encouragement to the various members in appreciation of their struggle, and even saw that Settionne had bloodied himself. 

As Beren moved them closer to their destination, she spoke up [color=royalblue]"Please don't say it's underground. I'm not sure most of our number would fit into a smuggler's tunnel."[/color]


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