Cave Rats

Having made it to the shore nearest the gnome's entrance, Devrim and Gandr carefully slunk until they could find a spot to watch the entrance to the cave unobserved. The first hours were uneventful. Finally the two got comfortable enough that they began to whisper.

"How well do you know those tunnels?" Devrim asked.

"I have been through most of them. But it has been eight years since I last set foot in those halls." Gandr's voice was tinged with sadness.

"Is that where you were between our run-in with Cafer and you deciding to join spymaster Brinn?" Devrim had always been curious, but Gandr only ever responded that he was righting some wrongs.

The halfling gave a brief nod. "I freed as many of their slaves as would leave, and spent time looking for an elf that I left behind in the dungeon. I never found her. I hope she escaped on her own, but..." his voice trailed off.

"You cannot be sure," Devrim finished the thought. He patted the halfling on the arm. "Not knowing is even worse than