As we approached the canyon once more, now armed with Whiskers invaluable information about the “dark lords” inside the most central cave, we prepared for the worst, and hoped for the best monetarily. Inside we found a few branching paths, after some debate we finally settled on one of the calmer ones, and found the calmest end in them all, death. A gem encrusted throne, strange writings on the wall, and worst of all columns of skeletons silently watching us. Being the entrepreneurial man I am, I rushed to investigate the throne for traps, and to claim the gems, but Rarder and Alf were more suspicious. They knocked over a few skeletons but it did not take long for the rest to rise up and attack just as I was loosening the first gemstone.
Rarder, always the cautious and head strong type, suggested an attack before they could get their bearings in order and so we spared little time for negotiation. We sprung on them swiftly and struck a few down, but the remaining figures transformed into grotesque monsters and slayed moonbeams with only a few punches. I of course was only minorly wounded from the encounter, and did not require any magical healing of any sorts, though the party insisted on it. That being said, I did want to spend the time to count the gemstones we managed to collect, and so waited with the horses for the party to finish up inside.