7: The Alternate Entrance
Having no luck finding Quasequeton, we rally and exit the caves intent on search the next set. As we exit, we halt in our tracks. We'd run smack in middle of an endless array of hobgoblins, goblins, and kobolds lining the slopes leading to the cavern entrance. It was a sea of creatures: male, female, children and families. All seemed armed and at the ready. In regimented form, each semi-organized group was fronted with what appeared to be their leaders. When we came in full view, they all tensed as if on the precipice of attack. We jerked back, mostly out of a desire to run back into the caves. We knew this was far too many to take on. Sure we could chop down a good number before they overwhelmed us, but this was not the hill we wanted to die on. One among them, a leader at at the head of the hobgoblins, thrust her fist into the air and then slowly retracted it. It seems to invoke a clattering of iron against shield and sword to sword, some sort of symbol of obedience ...