An ettin dwells herein. Though he hates
the trolls (areas 302-305), they are too
numerous for him to do much more than
harass them occasionally. He serves as an
additional guard and beastkeeper. He carries a firepot on his belt, and one of his clubs
is oil-soaked (so he can light it and threaten
a troll or 2 when the opportunity arises).

A sack hanging from his belt contains 157 gp,
5 azurites, <6, 10, 10, 10, 10>
6 hematites, <10, 80, 10, 10, 10, 10> and
7 tiger eyes <11, 5, 10, 10, 16, 10, 10>
(each gem worth 10 gp), and
a box of carved ivory (worth 100 gp)
in which are 6 blocks of incense of meditation.(XP: 500) <?>

(Total treasure XP: 505)

Ettin: AC 3, MV 12 ", HD 10, hp 53, #AT 2,
D 2-16/3-18, SD surprised only on a 1;
XP 2692 (63 hp, +5 damage: 2,832)
 

The ceiling of this large 50 ' square chamber is at least 40 feet high. Over a great fire pit (now cold) in the center of the room hang several large chains, one of which suspends a great iron pot. Several eye bolts are set in the walls, to each of which is attached a 10' long chain. Beside  each door is an empty torch bracket. Each of the 4 iron doors leading out of the chamber — 2 on the north wall, 2 on the east — is secured by a large lock. A great heap of cloth, pillows, and skins lies in the southwest corner, with a tun, barrel, and sack nearby. <large sack>

<tun: 250 gallons, 2000#>
<barrel: 26.25 gallons, 210#>

The pot contains a scummy broth, the
remains of the ettin's last meal. One giant
weasel pelt in the bed-pile is worth 2, 000 gp.
The sack nearby is filled with dried, smoked
meat—probably bugbear or ogre. The locks
on the iron doors can be picked, knocked
open, or physically forced, though the last
option requires 1-4 hours of grueling work,
creates great amounts of noise, and attracts
the attention of all creatures nearby.

RECRUITS:

Level 3.
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