After taking a few minutes to catch their breath, the group looked around the room. Stan was quite badly hurt, with bruises all over his body from his encounter with the ogress, and cuts and scratches all over his body from the goblins. His rear end was quite sore, and he was exhausted - what little stamina he had, he had used up fleeing from the goblins in the cave.
The others were better off. Jon was the worst, with bruises on his wrists and ankles. Unlike Stan, his butt actually felt okay. It was sticky, with fluid dribbling down his leg, but it seemed that his natural (or perhaps supernatural) lubrication back there had saved him from the tearing and pain that Stan had gone through. Zoe and Brent had a few scratches from the goblins tearing at them with their filthy claws, and the worst Athena had suffered was getting liberally spattered with goblin blood.
In terms of gear, they were not well-off. They had abandoned what little clothing and equipment they possessed back in the ogress' cave, and all they had were the weapons they had used to fight their way out. Jon had five arrows left, Brent had a dagger and his short sword, Zoe had her hammer, and Athena had her spear. Stan had lost his spell book and staff. All of them were stark naked, and only Athena's long black beard provided anyone with any modesty. Even Athena didn't have much, as her large, firm tits kept poking out through her beard. Jon noticed that everyone was trying to look at his tiny pecker - it was less than an inch long, flaccid, and they were all fascinated to see such a tiny penis on anyone larger than a baby. Jon, for his part, was trying not to look at his sister's naked body. Her lithe, slightly muscular form was very sexy, and Jon did not want to get turned on by looking at his naked sister. He also tried not to spend too much time looking at Brent's impressive cock, although the way the thick, veiny meat swung between his legs had a way of drawing everyone's eyes almost as much as Jon's mini-cock did.
Instead, Jon turned his attention to the room. The crystal fountain in the center of the room splashed water gently into four small pools, each marked with different strange symbols. All were suddenly aware of how thirsty they were.
"So," said Brent, "which pools are safe to drink from?"
