The butcher shop was obvious, once we entered it. Meat hooks hung from the ceiling, and the butcher block was stained with eons-old blood. Lagasse looked behind the block, but nothing was there. We peered into the hole in the floor. A musty odor emanated from it, and we could hear the sound of water flowing. Mical lowered one of the light rocks into the pit. Water was just five feet below. Suddenly, a big clawed hand thunked into his head. Loud crunching noises came from below as the floor started buckling.
Lagasse and I ran to the door, yelling for Lyra, who had stepped outside. I knocked her over as she was coming in to see why Mical had hollered. Lagasse jumped over both of us on his way out, and Mical backed up until he was about to trip over us. Out of the floor burst two gargantuan muscular men with rat heads, and crawling up over the edge of the pit was an even larger deformed guy with three arms. We all shouted something along the lines of, "Oh shit!" Then another rat-looking one climbed out.
Mical rushed toward Three-arm, screaming a prayer to the gods. Both his axes hit in its chest, and it fell back into the water. Lagasse fought off the other three, but blocked the door so Lyra and I couldn't get back inside. Then we heard splashing below, and saw a familiar clawed hand grasp the edge of the floor.
Lyra and I were frantically trying to figure out some way to help, and cheering on the guys. We were standing too close, because Lagasse hit me on the back swing. Ouch! At least he killed one of them with that blow.
Three-arm came out of the water again, bleeding, but not as bad as before. It clawed Mical's chest, and ripped open his arm. Lyra and I ran to the small windows. She crawled through and cast faerie fire on the creatures. I sent a magic missile at Three-arm, but it didn't seem to bother him much. Lagasse killed the other two rat-guys, but couldn't get a good swing in on Three-arm. Finally, Mical got a well-aimed blow on its neck and it slowly fell, clutching the wound.
I climbed down into the pit in the floor, landing on a small island of dirt. There were some small gems and some coins there, but I couldn't see very well. Since I can't swim, I couldn't check the large, dark pool of water either. We took the bodies outside and burned them, and went back to the caravan to rest.
