It was not at all easy settling my mind in order to get some sleep. It seemed ludicrous to think that "The Queen with the Blazing Eyes" or her necromancer wouldn't notice the trail of bodies we had left scattered around their "home". What would they do then? They might think we had had enough of bloodshed and had left for safer regions but I doubted we were that lucky. Would they try and storm the room where were now were (we had wedged the statue of the mind-flayer up against the door just in case) or draw up a mass ambush in the central chamber? They might pile the corridor outside full of combustible material and smoke us out or the necromancer might use his arcane arts to re-animate the corpses of all the creatures we had slain to bolster his forces. Despite all these cheerful thoughts I somehow managed to drift off to sleep.
It only felt like I had closed my eyes for a minute when I was awoken my Toryil. In fact it had been closer to three hours. War-Forged and Toryil had heard some rather unpleasant noises outside and, fearing that it heralded an attack, were waking the rest of us. The noises were macabre indeed; a furtive sniffling and slobbering followed by the sounds of flesh being torn and a twisting, popping noise of what could only be limbs being pulled from sockets. Finally there was the sound of something heavy being dragged away. With a calmness I certainly didn't feel I pointed out that this was almost certainly the ghouls that Krig had mentioned to us, prowling the ruins looki