Your last comment just got a smirk from the both of them. "Oh honey... We're an orc and drow. [i]Humans[/i] give us a hard time. We'll be fine." Yorik looked to the kobolds who seem quite intimidated by him. Even the ones riding the crocodiles seem to be hiding behind their mounts. "If dey got issues, I'd gladly listen to em! If dey got da guts ta speak ta me! Gha ha ha ha!" This just got another smack from Aisha. "Enough! Like it or not, we're here to help. Yorik, see if you can't teach them some combat basics. I'll work with who I can to prepare this place for battle. Oh, one more thing: Based off this information you gave us, there's a good possibility that if we can do enough damage to the trogs, their leader might have to make an appearance on the front line himself. Troglodytes respect nothing more than strength, but if they suffer heavy losses they will blame their leader, thinking he's hiding behind his fodder." Yorik gave you a bit grin that was half happy, half deranged. "Basically, leave no survivors! When dem nasties realize wot dere up against, dey either gunna break or make their boss get off his lazy arse and fight! Heh, if we're real lucky, maybe dey kill dere boss demselves!" Rolling her eyes, Aisha left to work with the remaining kobolds to fortify the base while Yorik left to train the militia.

Gathering their things Pylia made inventory and handed out some potions, one for her, two for Shortfang, one for Buddy, and two for you. Unfortunately the medicine on the cloth they used coming here was dried up now, so it wasn't going to be of much help against the smell. "Troglodytes radiate a wretched stench naturally. I'm sure you might've noticed it when you fought them. Their odor is so terrible it's sickening... I wish I had more antitoxins, but I'm only good for three more spells, so I need to save them for battle, and healing a distant second." Buddy hefted his axe into his hands, counting on his fingers before raising one finger up. He then wrote in his journal what he was trying to say. [i][b]"1 smite"[/b][/i] Shortfang loaded a bolt into his crossbow, as well as his light crossbow. "Shortfang fresh and ready for fightin! Let's go! Grey Scale says that tunnel to Green Eyes!" Shortfang pointed towards the south-most tunnel on the east side, the opposite from where they arrived.