Show me the money

After waiting for the cleric to “perform” his sunrise mass we left Phandalin on a sunny and clear morning heading north, no southwest, maybe east? I knew the way back to the excavation but still don’t know the direction.
 
After a couple of days we found what and where we were looking for and entered the excavation. The fairly green Party seemed to need a lesson on how to light torches and whether they were needed in daylight or darkness but I plodded on ignoring them.
 
I greeted my former acquaintances; Dazzling and Norbus; not really being friends. Forgetting that I had been sent for healing ointments I was soon reminded by my cohorts and thus forked over one of them. I was contemplating not giving it at all.
 
After discussion we were soon conscripted into searching for a menacing slime that had plagued them for some time. Now I was more prone at this point to not only get money for our efforts but maybe even clunking these two jokers over the head and seeing what *they* had. But my law abiding compatriots and their forthright way of dealing with the world influenced me otherwise and we were doing it for the “adventure” of it.
 
We soon ventured into the darkness, wandering wildly about until we got some semblance of a combat order. (In a closed space did you know an elf’s farts smell like lavender?) We found a secret door and a narrow hallway. I went first and we found very quickly what we were looking; soon vanquishing one colorless blob. We immediately thereafter had one fall onto my head as well as Baric’s. I started to attack my own noggin but was quickly reminded that it was better to swing at someone else head and not your own. It died quickly but my sword had started to corrode. Then we were astounded by a deft use of bagpipes that overcame the slimy beast by the ranger and it retreated where we soon pursued and dispatched it back in the main chamber.
 
More to come.