After short climb, the party arrived at the top of the high hill overlooking the valley containing Keep De'Arnise and several farmholdings. Being careful to remain concealed between several hillocks of grass, Laska, Viconia, Nalia and Keldorn lay on their stomachs to observe the situation.

"Careful," Nalia cautioned. "It's a long drop straight down..."

"I kinda noticed that," Laska snorted.

"Can you see anything?" Keldorn asked. "Unfortunately, my eyesight did not improve with age..."

"Let me put my highly sensitive elven peepers to the task then," Laska chuckled and crawled a little closer to the edge. As the tattooed elf gazed upon the valley, her eyes narrowed and her cheeky smile was wiped off her face instantly.

"What do you see?" Nalia was almost too afraid to ask.

"Carnage," Laska said simply. "Viconia?" she asked the Drow, who immediately joined Laska at the edge of the cliff.

"She has even better eyes than Laska has," Keldorn added.

"I would say so," Viconia said as she observed the valley. "Nalia?" Viconia asked. "What are the colors of your house's guardsmen?"

"Red and Copper?" Nalia asked with barely concealed dread. "Why?"

"Because there are at least a score of crucified corpses lining the outer gate," Viconia said. "And by the looks of it, they've been hacked to pieces..."

"B-but..." Nalia stammered, tears welling up in her eyes, "that... that means the Keep has... has fallen..." Immediately, Nalia broke into tears, covering her face with her hands as she wept silently.

"Correct," Viconia said. "The outer wall seems to have been breached. Oddly enough, part of the wall seemed to have been purposely collapsed as well. My guess is the invaders shot a hole in the wall, stormed in and collapsed it behind them to prevent escape of the Keep's defenders."

"Remind me that we must have a little chat about tact, Viconia," Keldorn sighed.

"What?" Viconia exclaimed and rolled to her side in the rough sand. "Why?" she asked with sheer indignity etched on her ebony features.

"I cannot see a thing," the nasal voice of Anomen sounded from behind them as he stood full height on top of the hill.

"Get yer arse down, ye daft fool!" Korgan hissed. "With the bleedin' sun reflectin' off that damn polished armor of yers, they be seein' ye from ten bloody miles!"

"Do not be ridiculous, dwarf!" Anomen retorted. "They..."

Suddenly, a huge beefy hand grabbed Anomen my the collar of his armor. "Boo says, PLEASE GET DOWN!". Anomen yelped as he was yanked to the ground, and Laska chuckled at the clanking of Anomen's armor as he landed on some small rocks.

"Say, Vic," Laska asked. "Aren't those claw-marks?"

Viconia let herself shift onto her stomach again and gazed over the valley. "Yes," she confirmed. "Although there are also signs of wounds caused by bladed weapons, the claw-marks are most prevalent."

"Wait!" Laska said. "There's movement in the siege-camp!"

"I see it," Viconia said. "Hmmm, Red and Copper uniforms..."

"Red and Copper?" Nalia managed through her tears.

The former battleground was just that... a battleground. The earth was scorched at many places. Broken weapons lay scattered all over the ground, while wide craters revealed the use of siege-engines. The Keep itself was in rather bad shape. The outer wall was on the verge of total collapse, as was one of the towers. A second tower was blackened around windows and doors, revealing a raging inferno had taken place there only hours ago.

"Well," Jan said. "It seems we missed the fight. Come on, let's go home. Ma has brownies!"

"Nay, gnome, nay," Korgan retorted. "I be gettin' all worked up ta use me axe fer days now. I even be near some bleedin' 'orses and I be promisin' ye : this dwarf will be splittin' some skulls afore morn!"

"Anomen," Laska said. "Why don't you make nice and go stand over there so Korgan can use his axe..."

"Oh, be silent, cur!" the priest of Helm replied.

"And you want to be a knight?" Viconia smirked. "Denying a person's fun like that... Honestly!"

"I... I've never seen something so horrible in all my life!" Elotta sighed while she scanned the area with fearfilled eyes.

"Aye," Keldorn replied as he walked with the young squire. "The spirit of death stalks this field..."

"Miss Nalia?" Gurgan asked. "This be nay the work of ordinary brigands, right?"

"Errr, no... no, it's..." Nalia stammered, still shaken from this whole turn of events.

"Trolls?" Laska asked as she fished a severed troll-arm from one of the craters the siege-engines of the keep had made. After shooting Nalia a disgusted sneer, she tossed the smelly arm as far as she could.

"Care to explain?" Viconia snarled at the young mage.

"I... I..."

"Any more surprises?" Laska asked as she strolled over to the young mage and glared into her eyes.

"T-there were yuan-ti too... And several Umberhulks... And an Otyugh..." Nalia sighed.

"And why did you not inform the Order of this force of monstrous creatures stalking your lands?" Keldorn asked with an icy tone.

"When-whenever I told a group of adventurers... they abandoned me..." Nalia admitted. "I was afraid you'd abandon me too..."

"Nalia," Laska said. "I like a challenge. I really do. But what I DON'T like is people lying to me and my friends."

"Minsc does not like people to lie about things that can cost lives!" Minsc added. "But Boo says we must forgive Nalia. She was just scared of the mean old trolls whose butts we shall soon kick!"

"Alright," Laska said. "I think checking out the siege-camp might be a good start."

*'Does this mean,'* Ipsiya whined, *'that I'm finally getting out of this scabbard? It's smelly in here! When's the last time you cleaned this thing? It's greasy and I am a LADY, you know?!'*

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Lilarcor howled, then produced something which sound a lot like a wolf-whistle, "whip it all out, baby! I love to see you.... glowwwwww. Hahah!"

*'Oh, please,'* Ipsiya sighed. *'I've known HALBERDS who had better lines that you have!'*

"Oh, Minsc," Lilarcor spoke. "When you see a sock hanging from your armor, don't draw me, okay? I'd hate for you to look in while I'm roving my lips all over Ipsiya's shapely naked hilt!"

*'Lips?!'* Ipsiya giggled. *'You're a bigger idiot that I thought!'*

Minsc gasped in anger. "SWORD! I will not have you talk such filth to a lady! Apologize this instant or be flung into space, where the hamsters roam wild and free!"

"Besides," Laska said, "I don't want you getting slobber all over my moonblade..."

The siege-camp was a shoddy mess of haphazardly constructed buildings surrounded by a semi-high palisade. Despite the fact that it appeared to be close to the Keep from high above, it still took the party some time before they had reached their destination. The siege-camp had apparently been taken over by the survivors of the De'Arnise Guard, thus Nalia was welcomed home. As the party was led through the remnants of the camp, they passed many wounded soldiers, quite a few farmers, some servants of the Keep and several children which were playing as if nothing had happened.

Keldorn noticed Nalia's eyes were darting back and forth. This hardly surprised him, since Nalia had known so many of these people since her childhood. No doubt she was looking for friends and family, since her looks of concern often made way for a brief smile. They were led to a small hut where a graying muscular man was sitting at the table, speaking to one of the lieutenants.

"Nalia!" the man exclaimed and took the girl in his arms. "Oh, my. We thought you had perished!"

"Far from it!" Nalia said, returning the embrace. "And I have brought help. But... What happened? Where is my father?"

"Those Umberhulks happened," a Kara-turan female soldier with a nasty looking headwound replied. "They turned up from nowhere, ran past our artillery and buried their way straight through the wall!"

"Wasn't there anything you could do, Yang-ja?" Nalia asked.

"Nothing," Yang-ja replied. "We were lost when that happened. Lord De'Arnise ordered the entrances to the Keep barricaded, but I don't know what happened next. I was knocked over the head and lost consciousness and the next thing I know, I'm lying in a makeshift sickbay with a splitting headache."

"After Lord De'Arnise," Captain Arat filled in, "had the doors barricaded, he ordered a complete evacuation of all wounded, servants and other innocents from the Keep, while he and a small group of elite guards stayed behind to buy us time to escape. We took most of the people out through the secret passage and we saved all the wounded, farmers and children, and most of the servants. Unfortunately, there were still some people trapped... Your father tried to assemble the Great Flail, but I don't know if he succeeded. After we left the Keep, we noticed the invaders had all but completely entered the compound, so we decided to take over their siege camp. There was only limited resistance, and there was no way all the wounded would have survived the trip to Athkatla. We've been here since this morning, awaiting help of any sort..."

"But what about the siege-engines?" Nalia asked.

"They were all destroyed in combat, Nalia," Yang-ja broke in. "I doubt those creatures have the skill to repair them, so I think we're safe for now..."

"Well," Keldorn spoke up. "This has completely changed our mission profile. We must decide if we will still go through with this. Perhaps it is better to ask the Order to send reinforcements."

"Oy, we can 'andle this! Right, laddies?" Korgan snickered.

"Do Drow like turnips?" Jan chuckled. "Oh, that remark shall be stricken from the record," he said as Viconia glared at him.

"Boo does not doubt who shall be the victor this day!" Minsc announced.

"It should be fun," Laska grinned.

"How I hate this group playing with my life," Viconia sighed. "But I'm in too..."

"But there are the lives of the squires to consider, of course," Keldorn spoke to his three charges. "You may refuse this mission, if you wish to do so. No one will think any less of you..."

"I be 'avin' the feelin' this will nay be the only time we of the Order will 'ave to fight against impossible odds," Gurgan chuckled. "I be in..."

"Isn't it our job to be prepared for unforeseen circumstances?" Elotta said, still a little uneasy to speak among such a large crowd. "I mean, we can't just run because of that... I will fight too..."

"Only cowards would do so, Elotta," Anomen spoke. "I shall fight this day. Righteousness shall prevail!"

"Me too!" Nalia said. "I shall join you to help save my home!"

"Out of the question!" Captain Arat slammed his fist on the table.

"I know every nook and cranny of the Keep, captain Arat," Nalia replied sharply. "It was I who discovered the secret passage through which everyone escaped. I can be a great help..."

"I agree," Laska said. "But I'm not baby-sitting a pampered noble. You'd better be able to hold your own in combat."

"I am a well-trained mage!" Nalia shot back. "Plus it's said that I shoot a mean arrow!" she smiled.

"It be... said?" Korgan turned to Viconia. "Oh, this be bonny now, innit? Another bloody baby to sit!"

"When you're inside," Yang-ja said, "try to open the drawbridge. We've still got a little fight left in us..."

"Here it is," Nalia said as she led her new friends to the foundation of granite on which Keep De'Arnise was built. After twisting a few loose rocks, she instructed to push at an indentation in the wall. After Keldorn, Minsc and Laska put their backs to it, groaning and moaning until the rock gave way, Nalia sheepishly told them the door was easier to open from the inside than the outside.

After weathering some icy glares from a certain elf, Nalia led her friends through a narrow rocky tunnel. After a few moments, the tunnel gave way to the limestone walls of the Keep itself. "We've made it in," Nalia sighed in obvious relief. "I don't think they've discovered this secret passage. I think we should find Daleson first, if he's still alive. I didn't see him at the camp, but maybe.. When we've found him, we should make our way to the courtyard and open the drawbridge."

"HEY!" Laska shouted. "Who's the one in charge here? Who's the one who formed this party in the first place? Who's the one who decided to actually TAKE this quest of yours?"

"Sorry..." Nalia added sheepishly.

"Then what, oh great pointy-eared leader with the painted body," Jan chuckled, "whatever shall we do?"

"Errr," Laska said, then pointed at Laska. "What she said..."

"I question the worthiness of this," Anomen spoke up. "There is no honor in sneaking through the backdoor like a common thief."

"Oh, you're welcome to try to break through the front door," Laska chuckled. "No doubt the archers would gladly turn you into an honorable corpse doing a porcupine impression."

"Hmpf!" was Anomen's swift reply.

The tunnel still contained several locked doors, which gave way to Jan's undeniable expertise in lockpicking.

"Where be this tunnel leading, Lady Nalia?" Gurgan asked.

"Oh," Nalia said as Laska shoved aside another loose panel in the wall. "The Keep's Armory..."

"JACKPOT!" was gleefully shouted from Laska's mouth as she threw herself through the newly opened wall and onto the racks stacked with pointy metal stuff. The next few moments were spent raiding every inch of the armory for enchanted arrows and crossbow-bolts.

"Quiet!" Viconia suddenly spoke up. "Do you hear that?"

"There's someone behind the door," Laska confirmed. Immediately, Laska and Viconia hugged the walls next to the door, while Keldorn, Korgan and Minsc took up attack-positions a few feet away from the door. Being quiet as a mouse, Laska moved her hand towards the doorknob, then twisted it slowly and threw open the door.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" Sounded from beyond the door. A figure shot through it, brandishing a pitchfork and ran past the three stunned adventurers only to slam into the back wall, spending the next few moments trying to jerk free his pitchfork.

"DALESON!" Nalia smiled in utter happiness as she regarded the young raven-haired stable-boy still trying to rip his pitchfork from the wall.

"Oy!" Korgan shouted. "I be axin' 'im until the bugger tells me where this Daleson be!"

"No, no!" Nalia quickly added. "That IS Daleson!"

"Well, I be axin' 'im anyway!" Korgan snarled. "Shoutin' in a poor dwarf's ear like that. It be bloody rude and deservin' of a skullbreaker!"

"Miss Nalia!" Daleson exclaimed in happiness as he let go of the pitchfork. "What are you doing here? You never come to the servants' quarters, at least not in my memory."

"Hah!" Viconia chuckled as she whispered in Laska's ear, almost inaudible for human ears. "That is an obvious lie. I can see the lust in both their eyes..."

"Nah!" Laska whispered back. "Really?"

"Have I ever been wrong about such matters?" Viconia smirked.

"Thank you, Daleson, but now is not the time for secrecy. These people are not my family; these are my own hirelings," Nalia said, unaware that by using the word 'hirelings' she was creating some very bad blood. Except for a single dwarf...

"Ah, so ye mean we be gettin' paid!" Korgan chuckled. "Now that be a pleasant surprise."

"As you would have it, Miss Nalia," Daleson almost chuckled.

"Go to the stables often, do you?" Viconia chuckled. "I take it you prefer the company of...common men?"

"Why not?" Laska added. "I do..."

"Viconia, please," Keldorn sighed. "This is not the time..." But the violent blush on both Daleson's and Nalia's faces revealed more than mere words could.

"Well, it's... it's..." Nalia stammered. "Nothing I haven't heard from aunty before..."

"Right, she's one stuffed old biddy, isn't she?" Daleson chuckled. "We got a saying for her kind, we do. South end of a north-bound ogre..."

"HAR HAR!" Korgan chuckled. "That be a good one, laddie!"

"I don't get it," Nalia replied and scratched her head.

"Nothing, love, nothing," Daleson chuckled.

"What about father, Daleson?" Nalia asked.

"Aye, and the other survivors," Gurgan offered.

"Lord D'Arnise was alive this morning, and I saw him taken into the keep by a real big troll, biggest I seen. Probably took him down to the..." Daleson said.

"CELLARS!" Nalia interrupted. "You mean the cellars! Oh, but this is not good... Father..."

"Ah Yes, Miss Nalia," Daleson spoke. "He fought bravely, but didn't make it to his flail, or perhaps didn't get enough parts. There is one hidden around here somewhere, I guess, but he never told anyone where..."

"By 'cellars' you mean 'dungeons'," Laska chuckled. "Cabinet of Horrors... Theatre of Torture... Screamer's Gleeclub..."

"The cellar is a relic, a leftover from a time when our family...was not as caring as it could have been," Nalia sighed.

"I've seen maybe thirty trolls," Daleson said. "They were bossing something called a 'yuan-ti', but I don't know how many of those there are. Weird things, but everything about this is odd. They seem to be going out of their way to not damage the keep. Never heard of careful trolls, but maybe they just like the cellar better."

"Thank you, Daleson. Now, I want you to be safe. The way behind us is open, and you can head to the siege-camp, which is under our control," Nalia said.

"But, Nalia," Daleson replied. "Come with me! I can't just leave you here..."

"Daleson... I..." Nalia stammered. "My father is still here somewhere, and... and I have plenty of bodyguards."

"Nalia, I..." Daleson added. "Let's bring everything out in the open for a change..."

"But we can't..."

"Nalia, you might DIE! Please don't deny me this... I love you, Nalia."

Nalia fell dead-silent for a moment, breaking through the last of the false barriers placed between so-called nobles and commoners. "I love you too, Daleson," she said before allowing Daleson to embrace her. A passionate kiss followed.

"How sweet," Elotta smiled and pinked away a tear.

"It'll never last," Anomen snorted.

"Och, enough sappiness! It be axe time!" Korgan grunted.

"Happy to oblidge," Viconia said and took the statue of Khittix from her pouch. A few moments later, a huge spider stood in front of the Drow, eagerly awaiting a command.

"Did you see that, Sir Keldorn?!" Anomen shouted. "She just conjured up a most FOUL beast!"

"Khittix is no more a foul beast than I am, fool!" Viconia spat at the startled knight as the Drow backed him into a wall with an icy stare.

"A dog, a cat, a rabbit," Anomen spat. "Even a hamster I can expect to be an animal companion, but spiders are meant to be slain!"

"I dunno, Anomen," Laska said. "You might make some ranger a nice animal companion too. Or, you could be the monkey for an organ-grinder..."

Keldorn, eager to solve this new conflict before further hostilities broke out, stepped next to Anomen. "Squire Anomen," he told him sternly, "harming a member of the party is more than frowned upon in the ranks of the Order. If you attempt to harm Khittix you will forfeit your chances on becoming a knight this year..."

"I see, Sir Keldorn," Anomen spoke in a hushed tone, properly admonished. "I apologize..."

It was then that Khittix turned his back to Anomen and squirted webbing into his face.

"Boo is chuckling at Anomen," Minsc snickered. "And even though Minsc might be snickering, he does not approve, no sir! Err, well, actually I do. Anomen must not harm poor innocent giant spiders!"

After the defusing of a second conflict, Khittix set out to his task, and sniffed out that there were only three small trolls on this whole floor. After Daleson and Nalia had finally managed to break apart, Daleson had to almost be forced into the secret passage to leave his lover. It only left Nalia to blush and fall silent again as they passed a huge pile of hay in the stables.

The first floor, containing the kitchen, the dining-hall and the stables, was quickly cleared without much problems. The cook Olma and the butler Metigo were rescued in the nick of time, and were escorted to the secret passage. After cleaning out the first floor, Nalia led the party up the stairs to the second floor. There, they arrived in what seemed to be a large room filled with a great number of crates.

Khittix, being familiar with his task, strolled into the middle of the room and sniffed around. Immediately, a shrill scream of alert sounded from the spider as he quickly skittered back towards the party. As it turned out, they barely had time to prepare their weapons. From behind the crates, at least a dozen trolls appeared and stormed the party. A door flew open, and another dozen yuan-ti warriors stormed out.

Like agreed to before this battle, a defensive cordon was formed around Jan and Nalia, whose spells and arrows were the only things which could actually finish off the trolls. Korgan and Minsc protected Jan, while Keldorn, Viconia and Khittix watched over the slightly more vulnerable Nalia. In the meantime, Laska, Anomen, Gurgan and Elotta were free to go on the offensive and lended aid wherever they could.

Laska swiped an angry glowing Ipsiya across the throat of a green snake-like Yuan-ti, and before she could hear the creature gurgle and drop to the floor, she was forced to move on to the next opponent : a towering, green, ugly troll. From the sounds of battle raging around her, she assessed the situation. Her sensitive ears placed all players on the field, and she managed to identify her friends by listening to the combination of breathing-patterns, footsteps and the sounds their weapons made, as well as the occasional battlecry. She almost giggled as she heard Korgan make an overly rude remark as he apparently buried his axe in the crotch of one of the trolls.

In the meantime, the battle against the troll she was fighting did not go very well. Most of the wounds she had inflicted in the greenish skin of her opponent often healed before her very eyes. The party was outnumbered almost three-to-one, but this ambush could have been much worse if Khittix hadn't been on the look-out. It wouldn't be the first time Khittix had made a valuable contribution to the party, and she promised herself to buy the spider a huge steak when they got back to the house. Listening to Ipsiya for a moment, the moonblade suggested a blade-singer maneuver known as the 'raging spin', which was a combat-move her previous owner had often used. Gritting her teeth, Laska decided to try the move. Having Ipsiya guide her body, she stood on one leg and used the other leg to rapidly spin around her axis, hitting the troll with slashes from both her swords every time she spun full circle. The severely weakened troll was then finished off by one of Jan's crossbow-bolts.

"How was that?" Laska asked Ipsiya during a brief lull in the raging chaos.

*'Good, not great'* Ipsiya said. *'Hyart could manage six spins instead of your mere four'*

"Everyone's a critic!" she shouted as she engaged another Yuan-ti, but her sensitive ears alerted her to more trouble. Glancing briefly over her shoulder, she noticed a group of three yuan-ti and a troll had driven away Viconia from her battle-group and were in the process of cornering her.

"Anomen!" Laska shouted as the squire in question downed a Troll. "Viconia is in trouble! Go help her out!"

Anomen did not even glance at the elf, nor the Drow. He ran towards Viconia, but brushed past the Drow who was fighting for her life to engage a group of three yuan-ti on the other side of the battle-field.

"Anomen!" Laska shouted over the raging battle. "You gods-damned gloryhound!" In desperation she tried to finish off her opponent quickly so she could help her friend, but as it turned out help was on the way already. Like a goddess of battle, Elotta waved her two-handed sword through the bodies of two of the Yuan-ti assaulting Viconia. All her nervousness and meekness had faded as she fought with confidence and vigor.

Slamming her shield against the third Yuan-ti's face, Viconia managed to free herself from her cornered position to give Elotta a helping hand. In the meantime, Khittix jumped on the back of the troll assaulting his mistress and sank his poisonous fangs into its neck.

From the dark corridor, sounds of more trolls coming to do battle poured into the room. Judging from the sounds of battle alongside her, her party was holding, but no side was winning, and these reinforcements could definitely turn the tide of battle against their favor. "FALL BACK!" Laska shouted, while burying Ipsiya in the chest of another yuan-ti. "FALL BACK TO THE FIRST FLOOR AND REGROUP!"

As the party was following Laska's order, she noticed Anomen was still fighting the yuan-ti. "Dammit, Anomen!" she shouted. "GET OVER HERE!" But Anomen did not hear her. He shouted a cry of triumph as the two remaining yuan-ti fled. And, to Laska's utter annoyance, Anomen followed them... Unfortunately, he followed them right into the corridor where the troll reinforcements were coming from.

"Cowards!" Anomen shouted after the fleeing snakes, happy he had impressed them enough to strike fear in their cowardly hearts. Looking forward to finishing them off, he increased his running speed as he made his way through the dark corridor. He felt truly alive, and revelled in the fact that these creatures actually feared him. 'I will show everyone of those arrogant cowards in that party. I will prove to Sir Keldorn I am worthy of knighthood. I will show that amoral elven trollop what it means to be good! I will show my father that I am NOT a worthless boy!'

His train of thought was interrupted as he was unexpectedly knocked off his feet in the darkness. Only when he saw the glowing eyes and heard the deep snarls did he realize his mistake. The snakes were not afraid of him... They had merely led him to more dangerous foes.

His hammer had been knocked from his hands, and he would never find it in the darkness. And the trolls were too close to start casting a spell. It was over... Utter despair set in as Anomen was finally confronted with his own arrogance and the foolishness that was born from it. His life flashed before his eyes as he noticed the glowing fingernails on the troll's claws... The verbal and physical abuse he had received from his father all his life... The death of his mother... His entrance into the priesthood of Helm... All leading to a dream of knighthood which would never be fulfilled, because of a stupid, stupid mistake...

"Moira... I'm sorry," Anomen whispered as he closed his eyes and waited for death to claim him.

Instead, a guttural scream of pain resounded through the corridor and Anomen felt something wet and heavy fall on his chest. Opening his eyes, he noticed it was a hacked-off claw, illuminated by sharp blue light.

"When you're done admiring the ceiling," Laska shouted as she kicked his hammer towards him, "pick yourself up and head to the stairs. Keldorn, get the other troll!"

"Sir.. Sir Keldorn?" Anomen stammered. "My... My lady?"

"DON'T call me that unless you want me to break your jaw!" Laska shouted.

"Laska," Keldorn suddenly shouted. "Yuan-ti are coming from the other side of the corridor!"

"Ah, that's another fine mess you've gotten us into, Helm-boy!" Laska glared as she buried Ipsiya in the skull of one of the trolls.

"Laska!" Keldorn shouted, making good use of his Ring of Elven Sight. "That door!"

"Gotcha!" Laska said as the three of them ran through the door and closed it behind them.

"Heads up!" Keldorn shouted as he slammed the Hallowed Redeemer into the faux stone archway overhead of the door, collapsing it and blocking entrance and exit from the room. Behind the door there were a few moments of shouts and angry scraping which died down after several agonizing moments.

"Well," Laska sighed. "It seems we're stuck here... At least the rest of the party made it to safety..."