The Diamond Cavern

It's evening, and it's getting dark. These are the words that are propelling you onwards as you battle through the dense foliage of this cold, damp, forest. It's been five days since you've left home, and not a single interesting thing has happened. After being in this forest for almost 3 days, you're beginning to think you'll never find a way out. You look at your map and curse. The forest seemed so small on the map. You should have been out of it at least a day ago.

With a scowl on your face, you look up at the sky. "Time to make camp" you sigh miserably, and get to work tying two spruce saplings together and covering them with leaves and branches to form a makeshift tent. You then get to work on a fire, gathering kindling and striking your flint with a woodsmen's precision.

You sit down next to the fire and take out your long hunting dagger, watching it glint wickedly in the light of the fire. Suddenly you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. Moving like a snake you grab your dagger and roll sideways behind your tent.

Your keep your breathing shallow as you sneak forward, and peer into a large, dense, bush. On the other side a fat dwarf skins a pair of rabbits with a short stubby carving knife. He doesn't look like a threat, but your senses tell you to be cautious. What do you want to do?