With the lizardmen defeated the remaining kobolds squeal and flee in all directions into the darkness. It seems futile to pursue them into the darkness with the head start they already have, so they are let go... for now.
Malaveque's new best friend, a hulking crocodile-brute stands staring at his enchanter quizzically as his former enemies move by him without regard.
Tirandir sets about inspecting the two dead lizardmen guards outside the room. He tests pressing his sword point through the eyes and throats. It's nasty work, but he seems indifferent to it and either method would be a perfectly viable approach to slaying the sleeping reptiles...
Meanwhile the others locate a human prisoner in the muddy pit by the great smoldering cauldron. The muddy fellow looks up hopefully as our heroes peer down at him. He might even have a familiar look about him, but it's hard to really see him through all the mud.
There is an evil smell arising from the cook pot, and a few suspiciously man-shaped cuts of meat bobbing about. That is a Man's thigh, surely? There are a lot of stinking guts and bones littering the camp site also... it is a sickly mess.
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch