Kalen stepped up to the well, torch in hand. “Quiet!” he hissed. “I'm trying to hear.”
Baren grew silent as a grave, shifting restlessly from left to right. The three of them all huddled around the well.
Kalen held the torch up, trying to get light deep enough to see what had made the noise. He was certain he had heard it. Certain.
“I don't see anything,” Luclin muttered.
“Shhh” Kalen said, craning his neck. He dropped the torch, listening to the flames roar like a flag whipped taut by the wind. A ring of light surrounded the torch all the way down. Briefly he saw several pairs of bright red eyes. They were moving up the well.
“Run for help!” Kalen commanded. To his surprise it was Luclin, not Baren that first seized this opportunity and bolted away, spear forgotten.
The Haldoren surged up out of the darkness, quickly surrounding the two remaining watchmen. Baren and Kalen stood alone in a ring of snaky Haldoren. They had pale green skin on beefy humanoid frames that gave way to long, serpentine bodies around the waist.
Kalen's mind reeled. He needed a plan...
NO VOTING THIS TIME! OFFER A PLAN.
I'll be selecting a plan at RANDOM. Number your entries. I'll roll in the chat when I get back from dinner.