Smenk raises an eyebrow. "My dead friends," he points to the holy symbols, "got in on their own. But I do know more than I did a couple days ago. He gestures to Gergor.
"Dourstone has two dozen guards in his mining camp," Gregor begins. "Half are human, and half are dwarven. The dwarves, as makes sense, keep watch at night. No matter which dozen are on watch at any given time, they are broken into four seperate groups. Two squads of four men or dwarves walk a wooden stockade around the camp's perimeter. One squad of two are stationed in a small guard tower. The final squad of two sit at the gate."
"You can't just barge into the camp and start killing the guards," Smenk continues. "While I don't know, I'd guess many of them aren't cultists. You'd like... well, people attacking the mine. Maybe you can sneak in, or maybe bribe the guards. If you go in during the day, you might run into a score of miners, but they'll likely give no trouble. Maybe a coin to keep them from telling the guards would be good. But once inside, just head for the elevator. I've been told it is very clearly marked."
Nethezar mumbles, almost inaudibly, "I can make us silent. And if our wizard isn't adept enough to cast invisibility sphere, maybe we could find a scroll."
