Rolling thunder peals through the sky outside and the afternoon is darkened by heavy clouds. Lightning strikes briefly illuminate the darker recesses of the cavern. With the older carnage removed, the cave smell has improved somewhat – to tolerable. Not long after the sabre rattlings of the cumulus armies, the sky erupts into a melee with heavy rains, followed by hail. Then the all out war started, slushy snow and sleet blown by the wind reduced visibility outside the cavern to about 10 or 15 feet.
Waiting for the storm to pass, Cohen counts the money and catalogs the loot muttering to himself about the Woldenock. Ozweald makes busy by going over the blocks and circular engravings when he comes across an out of place inscription which he cannot decipher.
“You there! Heroes.” He mimics Captain Mandrake’s voice pretty well. “Ye learned ones, get over here and read this writing. We need to know everything we can about this place. Don’t want them nasty creatures spooning with you, now do you?”
On the side of a rectangular block is an inscription that was placed into the stone after its creation. Block-like letter style set deep into the rock, chiseled by strong hands.
Who does what? with what skill?