Funnily enough, that was the formation I was using. I haven't got a clue why Imoen was wondering off like that. Huh, fickle thats what she is.
And whilst I know what you mean 'bout dungeons like that being realistic (and, lets face it, they are) if it were PnP, you can be damn sure it wouldn't happen.
Ah well, after my rant I had the aforementioned glass of wine and olives and did indeed reek havoc most mighty 'mongst the kobolds. Even as I type, my party are snuggly resting in Feldposts Inn, ready to clear out the last lot of bandits afore I go to Baldurs Gate itself.
Thinking on it, the effect on a kid who's been raised in seclusion of going to a big city for the first time ever in their life must be quite dramatic...
Apologies, stopped ranting, started rambling: OK, so maybe I had more than just one glass of wine...
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Fear? I know not the meaning of the word. And you can keep that dictionary away from me!