"Sonofa..." Dan curse as he pulled himself out of the muck and into a seated position. He winced as he peeled off his leather jacket, which was more of melted piece of leather, to look at the wound left by the magic missle. "I've had about enough of these guys...." His empty threat was interrupted by an unmistakeable voice yelling in the distance.
BRAVE HEROES! WE HAVE TWO OF YOUR FEMALES IN OUR COMPANY! ONE MILE EAST OF HERE IS A GROTTO, WHERE THEY WILL BE SACRIFICED TO LLOTH WHEN THE FOURTH SUN RISES! IF YOU WANT TO SEE THEM ALIVE AGAIN; ALL OF YOU WILL COME TO THE GROTTO AND SURRENDER YOURELVES! IF NOT, THEY WILL DIE!!!"
"Well, at least some of us apparently survived," Dan commented to himself sarcastically. With a grunt of pain, the Adventurer struggled to his feet to look for the rest of his companions...and find out who the damnable drow took with them.
