The rain lasted for weeks, but the dwarf pirates needed the rest. They spent the weeks sleeping, drinking and gambling. To save on expenses, Baz fired Drovay and Warrick.
About the same time they were healed up and ready, the rain had conveniently stopped as well. They traveled back to the Barrowmaze with new men in their hired ranks.
Sue: We should have hired these guys after we recovered our hit points, so we didn’t have to pay them every day.
Tess: We’re good on gold for now.
Once in the moorlands, the pirates came upon a robed figure inspecting the black tongue of The Standing Stone of the Chosen. It was the same standing stone where their dead mate, Krisella, had translated the black tongue: Life in Death.
Tess: How big is it?
DM: It leans to the height of three tall men.
Tess: No. The black tongue?
DM: . . . Um, it’s just all over the stone itself. I guess the runes and glyphs could be . . .
Tess: It’s as big as the standing stone!
Kay: Can it grab things like a giraffe’s?
DM: What the hell are you guys talking about?
Tess: The black tongue!
Sue: Mom, the black tongue is just writing on the stone.
Tess: Oh . . . Go on . . .
It was a little while before we continued. Sue and I kept laughing.
The robed figure greeted them as they approached. She introduced herself as a Druid of Rieuwood. Her hatred for unnatural things and the undead had brought her to this location.
Kay: I also have a mining bird on my shoulder. I looked up that mining birds can detect poisonous gas and that real miners used to use them as a warning system. It will help us in the dungeon.
DM: Canaries are kind of loud, right?
Sue: Great. It’s going to bring trouble to us, but we’ll be safe from poisonous gas!
The pirates welcomed the woman into their ranks (once they learned she could cook!).
To the song of a chirping canary, together, they descended ropes into the yawning blackness of the Barrowmaze.