It doesn’t seem as if we have been in the depths of the Underdark for as long as we have, but in the early hours, a black arrow entered our home and the others were easily frightened. The golden letters of OZ gave away the intent, so it was simple enough to let the others coax whoever into the light, once the lights were lowered of course. Our mail carrier had arrived, and with him, a breadth of knowledge about the Drow city that was so close to our own.
I kept quiet throughout the questioning, but Miz and the others were rather thorough. It made more sense to allow her to ask the questions and find out the important things that we from the surface would so easily miss. I was lost in my own thoughts, preparing for our travels for the day, often ignoring what was being spoken.
I had spent hours the night before carefully crafting a letter to our benefactor, with Tarr’s help of course. It was a mess of information, but it was a cohesive listing of everything we had accomplished so far. I hoped that the information would be enough for Oz, and that this endeavor would not be for nothing.
After the festivities of our visitor, Smaug, Walter, and I set out for the lake the Xorn spoke of. With the possibility of basilisks, we moved quietly, but that did not stop us from finding encounter after encounter. First the basilisks then the black mantis and finally an undead that drove me to fulfill my duty. The bag of holding at my side was full of all manners of odd things to take back to our home, but the bag would require a good washing upon our return.
Our foray into the tunnels did not last as long as we had expected. We had prepared for a couple of days away from home, but within hours, the halfling and the dragonborn were well and thoroughly beat. During all of this, I had only sustained a minor scratch and allowed myself to laugh, albeit quietly, at their predicament. It seems that safety in numbers may somewhat be trumped by age and experience.