With the empty cave left behind, Detta marched on with the group. [colour=yellow]"Hmph, hobgoblins,"[/colour] Detta said. [colour=yellow]"This company's just 'come a step scummier in my books. Let's hope this is the only band of 'em they've enlisted."[/colour]

Before long, they all stopped to read the sign. Detta raised her brow in surprise at first, and then furrowed it again. [colour=yellow]"That's the name on the poster, ain't it? That troll?"[/colour] Detta pointed to the signature. She nodded sideways. [colour=yellow]"Well Kyra, I'll not take a convenient coincidence and interrogate it like this. That troll's got to be a trouble maker to have a price for his head. Let's go."[/colour]

Detta was sure to stow her axe and carry her flask of yellow acid in her throwing hand. However, her stepping off sounded the familiar ring of jingling mail and sliding metal plates.

>Stealth 3: It's going to take a lot of oil and hope for the armoured dwarf to go stalking.

Rusalka and Kyra could only do so much to remain inconspicuous with Detta beside them.

[colour=yellow]"Err...You'd better scout on ahead. I'll be right behind you."[/colour] Detta grinned.