“Well, if these creatures of the forest have retaken the castle, I imagine there won’t be too many rats left,” Saeth mused. She explained the benefits of the beetle’s glowing glands, but was impatient to keep moving. She didn’t imagine much was to be gained from abandoning the quest to read what few books remained in the dilapitated library, as the youth seemed wont to do. She leaned against the wall and examined her sword as she waited for the others to content themselves.
“So you say that these glowing elements don’t cause your specialsight much interference? Thats handy to know. If I remove them, perhaps we could use them to our advantage?” Maruc suggested.
“Interesting,” said Miklos. “Allow me to aid you in the harvesting of the glands, fellow Maruc. Saeth is right, they glow still. They could prove very useful.”
“This is free lighting, a touch of red glow, but we can still see to kill undead by. Or bugs,” remarked Nicolai.
They did their best to remove the glands in one piece. Prying the nodules from the bug carcasses was a disgusting endeavour, but if they needed to enter any dungeons beneath the castle, it would be worth it.
While the human busied themselves with popping out light orbs, Feldard tended to his wounds yet again. When he got back to town he might need to consider upgrading his armour. It seemed that ever damned critter and bug could get through it now. Perhaps later tonight when they camped he’d see about some repairs. That should help. The fact that his wounds might be caused due to recklessness didn’t even dawn on the dwarf.
Investigation of the room proved fruitless, as it appeared it had been well picked over in the years since the castle had been abandoned.