Feldard took note of the size of the bundle with a grimace then looks to Nicolai for the newcomers reaction. He’d bet anything the humans were thinking how best to sneak up on the two. Seemed to be what humans are best at; he cast another glance at Nicolai; well some of them anyways. He snorted. Lurking and sneaking about certainly wasn’t the Dwarven way. Upfront and commanding was what was needed here. So with battle axe at the ready he began to stalk forward ,motioning the others of the party to back him.
Stepping into the open, he called out to the two in the cellar. “Cease your digging and drop all weapons! You are outnumbered.”
His party needed answers… so this time he’s going to try talking first. Not that he thought the slavers would actually talk.
Ach! I thought Dwarfs were the reserved type, thought Nicolai. Now he’s placed all our cards on the table. Oh Pytts we’ll have to back him up. Nicolai stepped forward with his sword drawn, moving to the left of Feldard.
I’m starting to see a pattern here Miklos thought to himself. Logically speaking whilst the men were otherwise engaged Nicolai could have sneaked into the room and provided a surprise or diversion to gain an advantage – but maybe such tactics aren’t necessary here, after all there are only two of them. Miklos held back allowing the more energectic folk of the party to engage the diggers. Looking at the situation the Sleep spell was of little use here.
I like this Dwarf!, thought Maruc. All action and no messing. He just hoped these guys would surrender before they are butchered. “We aren’t murderers!” he called hopefully to his comrades, following them in. “In the name of the Immortals put down your weapons, oh err, shovels!…. and explain yourselves. We are not cruel but we are not patient either.”
But the cleric’s word were unheard as the men immediately dropped their shovels and made a break for a rope ladder in the far corner of the room.