>>5430030‘Ghouls.’ This is the hushed hiss which travels down the line from your sturdy scout-elves, alerting your entourage to quiet and slow. Sengar uses the strange military sign-language of the Drow to signal his fellows; though it is foreign to you, you follow their gaze to spot several small creatures, like greyish, hairless monkeys or deformed and shrunken-headed goblins, hanging from stalactites above. They are still, almost camouflaged with the stone, but once you move up to meet with Sengar and Jhamrius---and the whining Junior Novice—you are quick to identify the three they have spotted.
“How far are we from the funeral caves?” you ask.
“Not far,” Sengar answers.
“But not there, not yet,” Jhamrius clarifies. “Nearer to… Where we have been leaving bodies since the caves were lost to us.”
Indeed, as you turn your gaze downwards, you see that not all the spikes along the widening, lowering cavern before you are stalactites; some are bones, ribs and others, jabbing up into the stagnant, foul air of the place. You glance back up at the ghouls, staring wide-eyed down at the picked-clean corpses below, and watching your company with the same eager hunger. Do they expect you to deliver another grisly feast to them?
What will you do?
>Sick the Junior Novice upon them—with his wings, he may be able to flutter or glide up to snatch one or more of the ghouls>Draw your bow and loose some arrows at the creatures, while your allies do likewise>Instruct one of the dark elves to ‘play dead’ and serve as bait, to lure the ghouls down to the ground, where you can more easily engaged and capture them>Frighten the ghouls away… And then send Hamaraska on his crawling centipede-mount to pursue them into whatever hole they hide in, and report back on their numbers and whereabouts>Write-in 