Jeremy landed lightly and looked around the room. He saw nothing. The room was bare, with the exception of the door on the other side. Though he could smell the slight smell of blood in the room.

He began to walk to the exit, searching for the blood as he went, it smelled of the hairy beast. The faint whiff of ozone also told of magic. Probably the "Magic Missile" spell. An easy spell that doesnt seem to miss. Wonder who shot that one off, friend or foe.

"Now, who might you be?" came an amused chuckle from behind the grimalkin.

Slowly, the Jeremy turned, preparing to shift. There was a drow standing about 20 feet from him, just under the hatchway that gives access to these catacombs. His two swords were drawn, but not offensively. The drow was very relaxed, as if he was not worried about a fight. "Two in one day, how fortunate. Tell me, are you trying to catch up to the previous party?"

Jeremy prided himself on his judgement of character. He was never wrong. Well, there was that cat in the city of Kermish, but that was a cat, not a humanoid. However, this was a drow. A DROW. A male drow at that. They weren't so bad. Its the females that are worrisome. They are all religiously compelled to create chaos. Those are the chaotic ones. Jeremy decided to somewhat trust this one.

"My master," Proud of that touch, he smiled. The drow should feel a kinship through that concept. "wants them watched. They are his champions. uhhh.... you are speaking of the hairy one and the wizardly one, right?"

A loud laugh erupted from the drow. It was a very happy sound, one that you might not expect from one of the cunningly vicious race. "Yes, yes" he chortled "I speak of them. I had my amusement with them."

Alarms went off in the grimalkins mind and an icy grip seized his heart. What had this drow done to them in his absence. Why didn't he just send the shaman to the master instead of taking her. It HAD been a good conversation along the way, which is why he had taken so long. Now the party was in danger because of it.

"Did you harm them?" It was a meek small question, full of fear.

"Not much." was the honest reply. "They provided me amusement. At their expense of course. Their pet ghost wanted to see it." This startled Jeremy. They had a pet ghost? He must be replying to the monk. This drow could sense the ghost? Another rumbling laughter from the drow jolted him from his thoughts. "They came through that hatch, the ghost first. He saw me cooking fish in the corner. Something I enjoyed doing in life. I asked if I could have fun with them as the party proceeded down. He told me it was ok. All he did was watch, but it was a fine fight."

At the statement of life, Jeremy took a closer look. This drow was a ghost. His ability to manifest was great. Unless he was looking hard, Jeremy was not able to tell. "Forgive me, I did not realize you were a ghost." He said grandly. Ghost were not to be taken lightly. This one obviously was in great control of himself. This one was not to be taken lightly. He was to be as honored as Surrin was. Well, at least as honored as Surrin to his face.

"It is well, I have honed my ability to manifest. They suffered minimal damage, and moved on. I followed, they got into a fight in the next room. Almost got killed. The ghost who follows them is a creative one. He kept tripping the Criosphinxes there. This area is dangerous. When you see them next, warn them to be more careful. I entervened a couple of times on that fight, because I like them. I shall not do so again."

"My job is to watch, not intervene. They are not to know I am here. Such is the masters orders." The few times he had intervened, the Master was angry.

The village was the first time. The first mission of the Champions of the Green Man. They were assemled, only one of the origional group remains, the Shaman. At that time the party consisted of a sorceress, and thief (both gypsy) and the shamaness. None had come into their power yet. They were to take Bob to the place of power, so that he could recieve his evolution. Unlike the Champions, he could only evolve at a place of power. The champions could do it anywhere, without warning. It was the gift of the Green Man.

Along the way, the Champions picked up the hairy one. He was incarcerated with the Gypsy man and the ghost. They were bound to another who joined the party, who is no longer actively involved, as punishment. After a night of "Toothless Joe and the One Eyed Whore" (Sung intentionally poorly by the Hairy One) outside the city of Fel-Wan. They went to the place of power.

Inside, they were assaulted by many things. One such assault was zombies. The party dispatched them with ease, except one. Who Bob protected. It seems that this particular zombie was, in life, Bobs son, Turett. Bob demanded that the party take him to the healing spring, so that the life magic can be worked, and Turett be brought back to life. Turett had taken a voyage to the place of power five years earlier, and never returned. Bob had thought that he was making his way in the world, not that the creatures had killed him, and the power turned him.

The party put Turett in a box, similar to a coffin, for the trip. While resting for the night, a member wandered off, and was caught by some goblins. A rescue was attempted. It was that rescue that Jeremy, intervened. The group was losing heart. The shamaness was depressed, how could she hope to battle a village of goblins. Two party members were captured (the Gypsies), one was not present (the hairy one, hairless at this time), and Bob was not there. It was only up to her. Jeremy had spoken briefly to her, she seemed to understand that she was not alone. And then moved to set the rest free. In the end, Jeremy had to fight to give them time to escape. He did not believe that they had the fortitude to withstand the onslaught of the village.

The master had been furious. He locked Jeremy in his form for three days. The shame of that punishment. Not able to change forms, what a horror that had been. He learned his lesson. NEVER tell the master you have intervened. Two other times he had, to a very minor extent, and the master had not been told.

"Your Master is very like the drow matrons then." the ghost stated. "Not trusting his charges. No matter, they are safe at the moment. They provided me with entertainment, and moved on." his face suddenly changed from passive, to intent. "I feel the approach of an evil priestess. Run to your party, protect them if you must. A priestess of Lloth is nearer than I like. I must run." With this he sprinted through the wall farthest from the door.

Jeremy sprinted towards the door. He should not miss this. Could it be the same priestess they met before?