The goblins skurried into the cavern, the child dragged between them. They giggled merrily as they fell into darkness, the girl’s screams echoing back toward the party as they reached the cavern entrance.
“I’m not going in there” Rathgar stated flatly.
“They’re getting away.” Alianora snarled.
“We’ll catch them, but look at this.. none of us could walk upright.”
“It’s the perfect opportunity for an ambush. We’ll be trapped in a spot where we can’t fight effectively. It would be suicide.” Nimble warned.
“Feris, can you do anything?” Alianora demanded.
“I don’t have a spell to shrink us down, nor the power to raise the ceiling… But I think I have the formula to brew a potion that might help.
“How long?” Alianora demanded.
“A day..” Feris said. “Maybe two.”