“Saeth I think it cruel to question these poor men before they have chance to rest and gather their thoughts, I was of a mind to secure their comfort afore interrogating them as to how they came here. I care not for the continuing the quest of these tunnels until these folk have had a chance to rest and told us their whole story. There may be some vital clue they they may recall after a rest or food. Travelling without all the facts may cost us dear.” Maruc looked at his arm, “Besides I’d rather dress this wound in the light. There are armed men down these tunnels that is clear. Charging around unnecessarily does not strike me as a wise decision. My vote would be to aid these poor men as we can. The men in these tunnels will not flee, I could tell that from the eyes of that guard.” Maruc indicated the corpse. “I of course am not the leader…” he left this hanging. “Now we are at least partially aware of what we face surely it would be sensible to face this threat fully armed with all that these folk can remember?”
“Err not wishing to be intrusive, but did anyone else hear that?” Miklos ventured. “It sounded perhaps like a slamming door?” Miklos started to feel nervous again and it didn’t help that the cleric seemed to be losing his temper. “We may not have any choice about our future actions if we argue here much longer.”
Miklos risked a sideways glance at the Dwarf who seemed to be on the verge of doing something or other. “The elf took the words out of my mouth, if these men are strong enough to wield a pick, they’re strong enough to seek the surface. Its not as if they’ve far to go…” Feldard grated. “I heard the clank and with or without Maruc, I intend to find out what it was. It could be more important than questioning those who know nothing.”
After the clank had echoed through the cave, Saeth , sword back in hand, struggled to tell if the sound was coming closer. Moving to the base of the ladder, she was just barely able to hear the sound of movement and some talking, but it wasn’t loud enough for her to make out what was being said. Although the sounds did not seem to be getting closer, there was no more time to make a decision, or bicker with the priest.
“Get them upstairs, at least. The Goodwife’s sitting room should be comfortable enough for them, especially if you get a fire going. Close the cellar door, lest it betray their location.” That should save them the time of going all the way back to the inn. The swordswoman looked at Feldard, ready to continue the fight. “The two of us will hold off here anyone who comes. If we are forced back… well, I doubt our mysterious burrowers will want to follow us onto the streets.”
“Miklos…” She had thought to order him to go back to safety, but wondered if his magic was more potent than he’d made it sound. “If you could stay back, but keep that invocation of yours ready?”
She turned towards the door, alongside the slightly shorter figure of the dwarf. She took up position just to one side, ready to strike anyone who came through.