As the adventurers continued to observe, the storm was growing closer now. They could feel the winds pick up as thunder cracked just a mile off the coast. The sea water was starting to shift and splash, sending salt and grim onto the broken shores. This didn't seem to bother to troglodytes who were more than content to continue feasting on their meal in peace, though one trog looked up and noticed the others in the distance. It squinted and let out a shrill screech that made the other troglodytes stop eating and also look, having a bit of a hard time seeing the others from their position. But they'd notice the other adventurers well enough. However they didn't attack. They simply looked at them, staring down at the other three. Deeper in the ruins were more screeching, echoing off of the walls in response to the first trog's cry. It seemed like more guest were being invited to the feast.

In a few more minutes the storm would hit Brighthaven, as well as more trogs. The party would need to figure out what they were going to do soon if they didn't want to deal with more of these bestial creatures or the wrath of the storm.