[IC] Chapter 1-10: Crypt of Hate

[Lugar]

Lugar will guard the rear and grumble over his wounds.  He takes the time to reload his crossbows and place them on his belt.  The close quarters here didn't seem appropriate for a halberd so he stores it on his back, choosing to carry the shield instead. (shield  in one hand, other hand free to pick his nose or scratch his bum)  

As he watches the rear he wonders if he and Silent Giant missed any valuables when they ransacked the place earlier.  This trip through the light tunnel was turning out more dangerous than he had thought... undead... curse those things, I'd rather fight a drow army.  He ponders the strange fellowship forming between his new acquaintances.  There were magic wielding gnomes and humans, plenty of cleverness to go around there.  If it wasn't for that mist I'd probably be a skelle myself now.  He scratches his chin under his beard and pictures what he'd look like all bones and beard. The dwarf was clever enough, if a bit strange... didn't he ask you to dance? He shakes that thought away quickly.  At least there's Silent Giant, his axe and arms could split a dwarf in two, Lugar imagines.