Maruc was much happier now. His comrades were fully refreshed and although he needed some sleep, mighty Halav had blessed him with further healing. ‘Sleep’, he thought. It was only the middle of the afternoon or so and he felt dog-tired. The heavy splint mail dug into his shoulders and hips where his belt sat and the heavy overcloak was making him uncomfortably warm. His joints felt set into position after the meditation and complained vigourously when he arose to follow the others.
“Shall we be off, then?” The pain having largely receeded, Saeth was impatient to be off. “I remember somebody suggesting we’d like to be back to the city by nightfall.”
“Yes, I want to at least be back at Sisak by nightfall,” said Nicolai. “I’m not keen on the idea of hanging around here for the sake of it.
They set off towards this magical door ‘with no knob’. They’d cleared the web and its unfortunate, somewhat large, occupant. Maruc brought forth the second Fire Gland (Miklos had the other one) and studied the creature. He looked at the gland and back to the spider, then up to Nicolai as he waited to pounce on whatever came out of the door.
“Nicolai, what I’m about to ask is not a rhetorical question about ethics and ethos, but consider this; we have retrieved the glands from Fire beetles to light our way. What do you think we could harvest from this spider that could aid us?”
“Maruc, from what little I have heard, poisons are hard to harvest, andd even harder to keep from spoiling. I also doubt they would be of much use against the undead. I’ve also never heard of anyone selling them on, so it is doubtful we could make a profit from such and effort, without turning to some extremely unsavoury characters. I would also question the motivations of a priest who would be involved in the use of poison. So for now I will forget you asked such a question.”
“Now I would suggest that either Maruc of Feldard open this door, with the other beside, weapon drawn. In addition Saeth with knives at the ready and myself with bow and arrow ready. Miklos, stand behind us with whatever spells you have selected at the ready. Does this seem agreeable?”
Nicolai’s plan puts him up at the front, the dwarf thought to himself. “That’s a sound plan to me. We only have a few short hours before nightfall so we best get moving.” Feldard retrieved the key and moved to catch up with the Elf.
They all gathered before the foreboding metal doorway.