Arthur leaned against a wall, panting heavily. Briefly his strong facade was torn away, and the group could see just how haggard and worn the man had become in defending his town. Shadows crossed his vision and he felt overcome for a moment, but with Supreme effort managed to compose himself and try to listen to the groups advice. Arthur spoke quickly, in between deep breaths.[b] " no, this place isn't very big or at least it's not supposed to be. Whatever is down here might have burrowed new rooms or tunnels, so watch out for those." [/b]Using his sword as a makeshift cane he propelled himself forward, and swung his blade over his shoulder before taking a few stuttering steps forward.

Passing through the tunnel, it was evident that Barringtons grenade had done some damage to the ancient structure supporting the caves. Behind the blood splattered on the wall broken beams could be seen, obviously disintegrated in the blast. Moving to the next room appeared to be another general storage area, chests and crates strewn around the room and broken up. The strange thing about the room was the dusty showcase in the middle of it having been completely untouched by the ravaging hordes. Looking through the glass there appeared to be a leather bound scroll in it but the contents were hidden from view, protected by a rusty lock. Overhead the support of the cave gave an ominous moan and Arthur glanced up nervously. [b]"You might have hurt more than just the goblins" [/b] he mentioned to Barrington, eyeing the man balefully.