Maruc turned to Miklos, “Interesting tactics. Shall we leave them to get out numbered or shall we follow them?”
“I don’t know Maruc they seem quite enthusiastic. It’d be a shame to miss their heroics.” Miklos replied.
“Oh, you think they’ll be returning any minute then?”
“I think so let me check.”
Miklos went to the doorway. He winced. Then turned back to Maruc. “It’s pretty messy out there. Oh look an ear.”
“Wow let me see. Eugh.”
“Nice Miklos, now will you come back here before you atract attention to yourself.”
“Hmm I think they’ll need some clerical help soon, maby a patch up job.” Miklos ducked back as a flying wrist arced over him .”Good shot Feldard!”
“Miklos look at the state of you, you’re covered in blood.”
“At least its theirs.”
“Actually, I think they do need your help Maruc.” Miklos wiped the gore from his face.
“Oh all right.” Maruc pulled his flail out and marched into the fray. “Havachyou you undead, err Halfling!” Maruc brought his Flail down on the unfortunate demihuman.
The last zombie ceased moving, and the fight was over. With the undead were dealt with, Feldard moved on down the hallway to ensure that the battle hadn’t attracted attention from others. Nicolai returned to where he left his bow, and then followed Feldard down the corridor to have a check for traps and secret doors.
The corridor turned sharply to the right, where it continued for around forty feet until it again turned to the right. Halfway down on the left wall there was a closed wooden door.
“I’ve a feeling we’re not going to get out of here before night fall.”