Awright, so, we found the girl...

[Dargon]

Now that we've found Miss Cara, we don't need to be rushin' around
here like we have been. What would you people say to goin' back to
the orcs for a little bit to rest up and do some stuff that we haven't
had the time to do? I know Tirris is wantin' to make something out of
that sack of gore he's been haulin' around, an' I could take a couple
weeks to train up some kinda war pig, or something.

[Tirris d'Cannith]

The idea of a "war pig" will always strike me as particularly
ludicrous, but I can see how it might be more useful than your short-
lived war fox.

I am perfectly happy to spend any length of time preparing for the
journey ahead ... if it is even remotely as dangerous in the other
quadrants of this dungeon as the orcs implied, then we would be well
advised to obtain every advantage possible.

After all, it is not much of a stretch to say that, with perhaps a
handful of extra troglodytes, we might have been the ones exterminated
instead in that chamber. Or if the head-bags had decided not to split
themselves up so thoroughly, we would have been similarly overwhelmed
with baggage.

Now, admittedly, we have managed to get better weapons and armor than
I am likely able to make out of the materials I have. But we can re-
evaluate the armor situation, and worst case scenario I could fashion
an inordinate amount of useful adventuring equipment out of these
disgusting pieces of flesh and bone!