Tosca seemed relieved, although the female Trolin seemed to shudder at goign into any room with the fat Trolin. Uumack ensured he himself opened the door, although he also made sure he faced back into the room as he did so, to look in on Westian's wellbeing. The male crossbow wielder walked off to the door, checkign the latch was on, and apparently staying as far away from events as possible.
Aurek looked at the slimy trails of blood and grimaced, but then put the matter behind hm as he was able to arm up. The shield WEstian presented to him seemed simple, and the Neta symbol was perhaps merely decorative. Still, it was exquisitely black with the blue neta burning in cold fury - or at leats so it seemed. Aurek made only a token protest for Westian's safety before taking it and weighing it on his arm.
As It turned out, armour was not too much of a problem. For a reasonable amount of discomfort, the Trolin armour could be adapted to human form by over-tightening it aroudn the body. Infact, some of the lesser stuff seemed to have been stretched and snapped from human stuff anyway. And it seemed that it was not merely lowly adventurers the Trolins had stripped for items. Or perhaps they had raided Chaos's dungeon. Either way, a beautiful light silver mail shirt was unearthed where it had slipped off a rack by Aurek. He held it up, showing off the odd design on the front. It seemed to be a YA symbol, except the blue UM and red NETA symbol were apparent if you looked closely at it. There was also delicate elven script written on the outside of the square's edge. '
Flamebain.
Once more, Aurek made a token protest about keeping the item and then doned the item. Combined with his black shield, it seemed ot give Aurek's black and white view of the work and fighting a very visible indication.
For Westian, there were two items that took his attention and were not too bad - a very solid wooden sheild with thick banding aroudn the edge, or a small metal buckler he could attach to his forearm. Both were small enough for him to still manipulate flasks or symbols if needed, though the bucker would also let him grip his staff two-handed in a fight.
The array of weapons was very bewildering, Trolins apparently likeing many spikes and blades and designs to actual practical application. In the end Aurek took what looked like a cross between an axe and a swrd. It was a straight piece of wood, with the end wrapped like a hilt, and a curved blade of long metal jammed into the side. Some spikes were near the handle like a makeshift guardpiece. It certainly looked solid. Aurek was then forced to take a 'short sword' as the only other elegant weapon as back-up piece. This was simply a long spike with a handle, the splike slightly flatten so it might have some defensive use if needed. All in all, Aurek did not need to club he had taken earlier, and offered it to Westian.
Luckily Tosca's knife he was using for hacking bits of unsavoury meats and barely savoury fruits was so vicious that Westian could easily see it standing up to the rigours of combat, and took it while the Trolin was distracted. Westian did find a normal human sword, sadly abandoned in the corner. Although tarnished, it had not yet dilapidated into uselessness. Indeed, picking it up Westian realised that this had once been a fine if plain weapon, possible of some human lord. Westian also realised something the Trolins had not - the dark weight of the pommel piece was not just blackened metal, nor some crude stone, but was an onyx stone. Who knew, it might even be valuable.
Tosca bustled back into the room, the female Trolin having left as quick as she could under the pretence of smeering the guards' blood with some unidentifiable rag.
Tosca's eye twitched as he saw the two humans had taken so many items. Instead he nodded. "Ready...now?" he asked. Uumack snarled something from the side of Tosca, and again Tosca flinched. However, it was clear Aurek looked even more imposing now, and Tosca wilted.
Obviously, any last minute comments or concerns can be addressed now
The group moved off, everyone watching Tosca carefully. However, it was clear that Tosca was more likely to save face by pretending to be in charge of the group and lead them to probably doom of the king, than to call for help after being - effectively - captured.
The well armed Trolins near the secret entrance came back in to view, and faded away again with more nods and gestures of respect as Tosca moved onwards. Although Westian could perhaps note the small grimaces after Tosca had gone. The Trolin was probably not that well loved, just feared.
Back int othe hall, the Trolin them immediately started to move forward towards the main stairwell. Immediately Westian and Aurek were on alert.
"That's the way back to Soorec's room!" said Aurek, pointing the weapon he had not sheathed this whole time.
"What is a
Soorec?" asked Uumack. "That your name for
swift death?" Uumack looked around and growled and threatened Tosca. Tosca stood defiantly and gestured back. The noise echoed on the stairs worryingly.
"You..want go...king," said Tosca. "Blackskull...mage...quick way. You... attack his...deads. But him...hate...
Ghurscha. We go through, him let us through. See king." Tosca almost said it nasty. "I let you talk." He appeared to mean to Soorec. "Unless you lie," said Tosca to Westian directly. "Unless you have... fear." Tosca's piggy eyes sparkled.
Uumack snarled something, but there was a note of uncertainty. He looked back to Westian, as if starting to doubt the steps that had led him to trust the elf. It was clear the grak-graks were a fear of rational Trolins. And who knew how that fear translated to the one who controlled them, despite his small form.
Ok, needlessly long tooling up scene, but hey - weapons are cool, right! 
Will detail them just below. Ok, see what I mean about metagame-y way, but easy to do? So yeah, if Westian goes through Soorec's room again, you can meet up wth Falkor. Also, Tosca' s been pretty cunning really. Imagine if Westian had a choice here! Would he have refused to go through Soorec's room? Actually, I htink without the poke, Tosca would have felt this far too dangerous a route. Like I said, a little metagame-y for Tosca to find his balls for no really good reason here. Still, over to you - how does Westian spin this?
Oh, some details on the items: Fine Sword - masterworked for +1 to attack rolls, onyx could be @50gold coins in value. Tosca's knife - as a normal dagger, no penalties (1d4 damage, cuts things). Club - 'normal' club (1d6 damage)
Leather armour: +2AC, though -1 armour check penalty for it being such an awkward fit.
Light shield/buckler - +1AC, -1 ACP, Take the shield and you can shield bash with it, take the buckler and you can hold your staff two handed if needed. Both are maybe not issues for you, since you can't dual-wield very well. Either let WEstian still use a flask (unlike DM - I'll be swayed by D&D rules here for the sake of playability on play by post!)
Remember you can snag some of the fruits, etc if you like. Evn the unsavoury meat too, just don't eat it. No other items like flasks I'm afraid in a quick search:(
