Poor Bastards

Delft finally set us off on another job after the near-disaster on the Coaltongue. Can't say I blame him, I imagine we were the talk of the town for a good while after that. Turns out the king's oh-so-charming sister got some idealists together and they thought it was a good idea to take control of Axis Island from Danor. We set off on the Impossible to meet up with a team of Constables from Slate. Fascinating types. Group dynamic not far off from our own. Half-elf named Tanya, human magic wielder I can't remember for the life of me, big bastard name of Seven Foot Dan, and a goblin named Barton. Burton? Brutus? Can't quite remember and he's in no fair state to do any talkin. Rest of his team, the poor bastards, got crushed by an underwater cave in. Or a rock trap, we're not too sure yet. The four of us were able to get B-word free and on to dry land, but Mairi mentioned not being alone in the cave. Can't say I'm surprised. Truthfully, this op is off to the unluckiest of unlucky starts. Plan is to get the goblin stabilized and secure the cave, but things do so rarely go to plan these days.