Saeth didn’t know how that foul-tempered dwarf managed to get in front of the pack again. It seemed like a coincidence of his anger, but it almost seemed as if he thought she deserved the insult of being in the rear all the time! Not that it wasn’t an important role, but eating the others’ dust was… well, would have been a lot worse in a bigger group.
That didn’t stop her from a slight irritability as they approached the front doors. “You waiting for something up there? Too many ghosts blocking the way?” Even from the rear, she could see the damage. To Miklos, in front of her, she murmured, “What do you suppose would be a bargain price for a castle in this condition?”
Miklos didn’t wish to abandon the idea of scouting the outskirts of the castle, indeed it is an excellent idea to determine what they are getting themselves into. And off the dwarf goes in a bad mood, this famous Dwarfish anger might get them all killed, or worse. “Hold on there Master Feldard! Just because I didn’t agree with your plan to split us up doesn’t mean I disagree with a quick look, judging by the state of the castle, there may be a less obvious entrance. A fallen wall for example?”
Maruc said nothing. Miklos had said it all, but you couldn’t doubt the dwarf’s bravery. Even if it was fueled by anger. And now the elf was winding him up, this could turn ugly really quick. Maruc couldn’t understand why Feldard had taken such umbridge against the party staying together then deliberately ignoring the caution he first espoused. Dwarf’s were complex creatures. Maybe this was a sort of fear? Who knows, Maruc was no Dwarf telepathist. Maruc grinned absently to himself.
As foul tempered as he was at the moment, Feldard still had the presence of mind to take in more than just the cracked open door. Ignoring the Elf’s mocking question, he took his time glancing about the entrance—noting the stability of the stonework of the door arch, as well as the outer walls. Once satisfied that the human-built stonework wasn’t about to come tumbling down on him, he proceeded on. He took hold of the open door and widened it, so that he could enter. His hand went to his axe out of habit, and he lead the way in.
Nicolai followed the Dwarf, his eyes ready to spot any traps for the unwary that they may come across.
The stone chamber beyond the double doors looked to measure about ten paces square. Daylight entered the room through a few small windows located high up the castle walls. Peeling paint and broken scrollwork suggested that it was once decorated with some care, but now only dust and creeping wild vegetation remained. Massive stone doors—one each to the left and right, and one directly across from the entrance—lead deeper into the castle. A ledge ran along the walls. Bird and animal droppings were spread throughout the room.
Suddenly, the sound of small wings. Three disgusting bird-like creatures flew from the ledge to the east with terrifying speed toward those who had dared to invade their nest.