After the springing of the roof-collapse trap, Navena elects to place the dwarf Songberg as a forward scout since his kind are better suited to the underground. After a few more twists and turns, Drielle becomes anxious of further dangers and joins the group together in a powerful healing prayer. This is done in the meager shelter provided by an ancient, empty burial niche. Favoring one direction, Songberg heads out and discovers a strange lean-to made of wrapped dragon wings. Inside, bizarre religious paraphernalia belonging to the kobold’s twisted dragon cult of Tiamat are found. Soon after, they come to the mouth of large chamber—before a plan of approach can be hatched, wolves rush out of the darkness ahead and bite into Eira and Songberg.
The mangy guard-wolves of the kobolds are dispatched. Songberg, not to be intimidated, rushes forth. Together, with Drielle, the two adherents of Tyr and Myrkul (respectively) put on an awesome show of thunder and light. Drielle makes it plain she commands the frightful horrors of the God of the Dead while Songberg’s hammer issues the radiant assurance that the good hope of Tyr’s justice will be brought anywhere his faithful are manifest. The dozen kobold warriors they face are cowed by this display, wincing and shuttering their eyes. Only their chieftan, a winged Urd has the bravery to stand up to the intruders. He has a hammer of his own, one so heavy that it drags behind him—leaving a gouge in the floor and preventing his flight. In the ensuing melee, the hammer is seized from the kobold chief, first by Songberg and then by Eira who uses it to great effect. With her new weapon, Eira smashes her foes left and right. All told, eight kobolds and three wolves perish, the chief among them. Eira seems born to wield this hammer, seeing her swing it has inspired and rejuvenated her compatriots.
Despite their great success against the leader of the kobolds, a second melee with another half dozen of the creatures has left the escapees wounded and battle-weary. They decide to hunker down in a nearby refectory of sorts, resting amidst some scattered bones which have been picked clean by kobold and rat alike.