"Very close." Shortfang says quietly. "They surround Green Eyes. Look like they pulling him from water... Dunno why, but don't like. Big one sharpen sword. He... I think he wanna kill Green Eyes!" Shortfang says with gritted teeth as he readied his crossbow. Everyone else prepared for battle as well. "If what Shortfang says is true, the trog's aren't going to be expecting us. This is as good a chance as any for us to try and get a sneak attack on them." Pylia mentions. Shortfang holds up his fingers, notably he only has eight in total. "One... Two... Four... Eight trogs, with big one. We have high ground, stairs go down, but not far drop. Ten feet... Trogs climb, if they rush."