Infiltration

While I have been working on digging more corridors for one more day, more adventurers have tried their luck. None of them have done as good as the first group. One more died to de pit, this time it was an man in his thirties man that fell down in fright when he happened to se me. One stupid kid ever tried to sneak in him self. In the end he went and opened the wrong chest in the main room and almost died, I let him out.

still no success with magic, maybe I am saying the words wrong or something?

While still thinking about things lite that and digging. I am making a corridor downwards from the resting room. I plan to start the work to make a lower level an really transform the cave into a true dungeon. Harn is interrupting my thoughts.

"Lord, something is happening"

"What is it?" I stop what I am doing, dust my clothes off while turning and putting down the now very worn down sword I have been using.

" A couple of more adventurers, higher rank and the soldiers are on edge."

"What´s the problems with the soldiers?" As they are my biggest worry they are what I need to know about the most.

"Don´t know, they argue"

"With the adventurers?" If they do anything with the adventurers that will bring a heap of problems down on my head, even more that I already have.

"No among them self."

I sigh in relief. Okey seems to be time to dress up as a adventurer again an see what I can get to know. I have taken one of the stone plaques taken from the dead, sadly they are made in wood and coloured grey so I can not change it. But as long as nobody looks I should be fine. Everything else needed to dressup is already done. Just leaving the cave and clean up and change into the armor is enough I think.

"What time of day is it? And is anyone in the dungeon?" I need to know if I need to use the new crawl space I made to get out or I can without problems sneak out the main entrance. It is easier to sneak in than out. Out you have no idea who is watching, and if it is daylight would make it dangerous.

"Evening, no intruders." Harn answer in his usual short way.

With that I leave Harn in the dungeon and tell him to use Bork for whatever he needs. Bork already has orders to follow him if needed. And as long as he does tell him he is done the zombie will go back to the coffin and lay in wait. I think that Harn is using his time making some kind of prison cell to try out bloodletting and different ways of making undead for the future. He is ready to do anything out of loyalty, so I leave all that to him. And if he design it himself he will get more of what he needs. So far I have left that part of the new corridor alone.

We now have a small hidden camp down close to the stream in the forest. It is out of the way and have a low chance of getting found out. It is on the opposite side of the stream from the now adventure and soldier camp, so less risk of meeting one of them getting water.

I go there and clean my self up, no need of being to careful with this. Who have ever heard of an clean adventurer? Well I have not heard anything at all, no memory, heh. My wolf is staying with me where ever I go by now, so I need to make it stay in camp for now. I do not know how much time this will take. With the new crawl space to get in and out more of the wolf pack have moved in to the dungeon, they come and go however they want and keep harassing whoever tries to invade the dungeon. In this way it starting to get harder and harder for the stone rank adventurers to get anything more that training out of it without dying in there. The pack is hunting during the night and playing with the adventurers trying their luck during the day. I try to avoid the crawl space if I can, its tight and I can not use a torch in it while crawling through and spending five minutes in complete darkness crawling in a tight space is not that fun. Even I get a heart attack everytime I meet a wolf in it.

Done, I know look more like an adventurer down on my luck. No clear wounds and no fresh blood or stone dust on me. I take a detour so I can come up at their camp from down the slope.

I walk up to the disorganised camp looking around with wide eyes. No need to hide my interest here. I am new and in big need of information, just what I need. Nobody stops me going in but I get some suspicious looks, especially from some of the soldiers that are drinking at the merchant tent. How do he still have alcohol to sell? I see no cart or carriers only a fat guard. maybe it is some kind of magic I do not know about? So much to learn. I go forward to one of the camp fires, it is night time now and I have no light of my own.

"Can I use your campfire, I have food to share?" I hold up a hare that we caught in one of the traps. We getting fewer of them now and Harn needs to go father to set up traps. But for information It should be worth it.

It is the campfire where the young magician Alric is resting his leg at. From the look of it he will have a hard time getting down the mountain without help with that wound.

"Sure, put down your blanket and tell us your name. Mine´s Alric, this here is Wilkin and that´s Clement." They boy magician points at the others in turn. Clement seems to be they boy that was leading them.

"Thanks, names Wolf," Taking inspiration from my wolf I give that as a fake name, the irony makes me smile thinking about it. Now I need to give a name to the wolf, cant have two named Wolf now can we?

I throw the hare to Clement.

"Used to be a traveller, trying my luck as a adventurer. How is things here? Those soldiers looks like problems to me." I nod towards the two drinking while saying the last part with a low voice. Hoping to fish out some information on whats going on.