We had one more Little Adventure before we Returned the Ex-Slaves to Metroplolis.
We Herded the Sheep, bleating and whining, through the dark, dank Passages of the Labyrinth until it opened up into a Yawning Cavern. Unlike Previous Ambushes, this one seemed Civil Enough; a Pack of Hyena Guys and Assorted Freaks Blocked our Way and Menaced Us from a Higher Level with Bows, but Held their Strength. Their Leader, a Drow named Elvis Somebody-or-Other, wanted to Negotiate for our Sheep/Slaves/Recently Liberated Humans. I got the Idea that he was a Businessman rather than an Out Right Slaver… though I’m not sure the Distinction would be Important to the Sheep who were Under Discussion. I Do Not Hold with Slavery as a General Rule and even though I was tiring of Babysitting these Useless Dregs, I would not have Given Them Up, no matter that the Elves Seemed to be Toying with the Idea. It was Moot anyway; our Moral Compass would Never Allow their Freedom to be Sold Again.