“Looking at these pitiful individuals,” said Nicolai, “and having an idea how this Society works, I doubt they know much anyway. I think we should just bind them tightly and go through that secret door. If they are bound well enough we should be able to follow this through and report to the Tribune after, and they will still be here. I wonder how long Miklos’s Sleep will last?”
Saeth answered, “I imagine some hours, if my knowledge of the magical arts is any indication.” To be perfectly honest, Saeth was less confident than she sounded, but she still thought that pressing onward was desirable, and if the thief would push to the same end… The Elf stepped up to the now-open passageway, ready to move onward.
Feldard, hefted his axe and took up position beside the Elf at the head of the party. Seems the others wanted to move onward.. and Nicolai was right they’d likely be back by the time the Mage returned with the Tribune anyways. “I say, lets go.. Miklos is smart enough to figure out where we went”
Besides, the mage had told them he wouldn’t be of much use, being mentally exhausted and having used up the last of his spellcasting for the timebeing. So, the group of four entered the passage behind the secret exit. It was lit by small torches fixed against the wall. At the end of the narrow hallway, approximately 80 feet down was a closed door.