Weather: dank (the party is below ground)
Altogether, the party includes now 26 individuals, the balance of which are dwarves. Frith will speak with everyone about the importance of some silence; to contain yourselves, to resist an impulse to bandy words with one another. Frith promises to kill the first man who raises a complaint - looking squarely at Worter - or make a joke - looking at Ganzor.
He acknowledges that people should be careful where they step, and to be quiet with the branches they use to clear a path. "Don't beat the water with them," he says. "I don't want to sound like a washerwomen on the river."
Strangely, none of the female dwarves take umbrage at this remark.
"Very well, single file," he adds. "We don't have to get there five minutes ago, so don't rush the people in front of you. If you think you can do a better job than they can, stop thinking and wait your goddamned turn. There's plenty of blood for everyone today. So come on. Mega, you've got point."
The dwarves arrange themselves without much comment, quite clearly having done this before. Mega is followed by Palt, then Frith, Ermeth, Aruth and Kushi. Frith directs Ahmet and Joost into place behind them, then Salth, Ganzor, Nerga, Seth and Odval. Andrej fits in there. Then Culf, Erdina, Batath, Zoft ... and Lukas and Klaas. Then Worter, Htuya, Wedth, Vala, Balter and Warth bringing up the rear.
Frith controls the group ahead of Ahmet. Odval controls the second group, between Ahmet and Andrej. The third group, behind Andrej and ahead of Lukas, is controlled by Batath. Warth controls the last group. These are the only four dwarves who speak in the underground.
Ahmet's suggestion of the tree branches radically changes the danger of eels. We will, however, start this post with a d20 rolled by each member of the party.