[IC] The Old Sycamore

[DM Dougfan]

Taking his cue from his brother's pause, Vidar stops and listens and checks the ground for signs of trail.
Perception Check = [1d20+6] = 13+6 = 19

Aside from the drip-drip-dripping of small drops of muck into slightly larger pools, and the general teeming of centipedes, millipedes, and termites, Vidar hears the sound of one voice speaking in a hideous tongue to the East.  To the West, Vidar hears a pair of similar, yet slightly different voices chattering away excitedly in their revolting tongue, punctuated by the occasional *twang* of some sort of drawn weapon being released.