"Are you all right, Urdam?" Eledran asked. "Aye," the bruiser responded, sheathing his weapons and tending a wound on his arm. "These gnolls fight furiously, as if out of desperation. They seem..." "Hungry," the elf added. Urdam nodded. "That they do. Their kin on the surface don't have the same madness in their eyes. Who knows how long these beasts have been trapped here." "A better question," Eledran noted, "is what has made them come to the surface after all this time." "In any case, we can't seem to go much farther. The tunnel looks to end in this room." "Are those things gnolls?" Urdam asked.