Stride boldly into the deeper chambers.

"Unhand those women, men," you order sternly. There are a few grumbles, but the men comply. You raise your voice to make sure it carries throughout the chamber, to all your men. "We've not yet caught the She-Wolf we're here to find! I see another passageway heading off this one. You two -" you point at two men who were _not _engaged in the groping - "gather up the slaves and lead them outside. The rest of you, you're with me."

Heading to the back of the chamber, you peer into the narrow passageway you noticed. It's barely wide enough to allow two men to move abreast; no way can all of you fit down there easily. For a moment you toy with the idea of sending a few men in first, but then discard it. After all, where's the glory if you're not the first one into the fray? You turn and pick out two of the men. "You two, you're with me. The rest, let us get a bit ahead and then follow in teams of two. We're going to find this She-Wolf!"

You move quickly into the passageway, {if Gladius Held=True}sword{else}spear{endif} held tightly and ready for action. The two men you picked follow close behind you. It's a narrow, crooked passageway, and it winds deeper into the rock. As you move forward your pace quickens along with your heartbeat. This is it - it's leading to something, you can feel it. There's a great prize to be won soon if you're just bold enough to claim it! By the time you get to the end of the passageway you're practically running, your followers trotting along behind you.

The passageway suddenly opens out into a small but wondrous chamber, an underground grotto of sorts. A hole in the rocky ceiling lets in sunlight, and a small, twisted pine tree is growing in the shaft of day. The tree stands on a small, rocky mound surrounded by a pool of clear water. No wonder the bandits have been able to hide out here - they have a source of fresh water within their encampment itself!

Just as you take all this in, there's a sudden movement to your right, on the edge of your vision. You feel a sharp pain and gaze down in wonderment at the ax embedded in your chest. Looking up, you see a lithe blonde woman, face twisted with rage and hatred, spinning away from you, gripping another ax and yelling a war cry. You hear the men behind you shout for help as they ready themselves to face her, while you fall to the floor, clutching your chest. Your last conscious thoughts are that there's no way she'll escape reprisal from all the men you've gathered here...but then, that will do nothing to help you.