Dopey produces a small wad of cloth from the pouch at his belt, and unwraps it to reveal a lump of chalk. He ponders for a moment who might understand the obscure art of inscription, then approaches Faengol and Kianna (the elfs would surely know how to write, decided Dopey).
The hobbet inquires "Would you be willing to write something for me? In the event that our lost companions have chosen to proceed down a different corridor, I would like to offer them a means of discerning our whereabouts, should they retrace their steps to this chamber. I do not simply mark a large X over the passage we chose, as this would reveal our whereabouts to pursuant goblins. Therefore, I have decided that the simplest way of telling them which way we went is to write 'Dopey went this way" over the central passage, 'Mopey went this way" over the left passage, and 'Pokey went this way' over the right branch. I would do this myself, except that I...... am not very tall and would not want the larger men to overlook the message should they pass by." (he lied, slightly embarrassed to admit he could not read or write. Although he knew that not many people could, Dopey had long thought that a hobbet of his respectable birth should have acquired the skill, yet it had never much mattered back in Wichtboden to warrant the expenditure of effort, when he could instead be eating brunch with the neighbors or tending his vineyard and garden).
Yikes, that turned out to be a much larger post than I had expected.
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Mero the Fighter (M 9", AC 2/4, hp 7/7, FC Man+1, L) plate+helm, spear+shield[/f]
Just don't panic because your life is in the hands of someone named Dopey