“Quick work of them, it appears,” commented the Elf.
“This is getting frustrating. I’d rather find something alive with a brain,” remarked Nicolai. “Then we might be able to get some information about this place. Although these skeletons do make a satisfying crunch when you hit them.”
The teleportation was worrying Maruc. The skeletons were just piles of naked bone. No opportunity to find anything interesting or clues about who they were. “Feldard, can you tell if we are in the same area as the castle by the err mud on the walls or stone or something? I’m worried we could have been teleported quite far. Miles or tens of miles perhaps?”
The dwarf had studied the construction of the stone hallway and dungeon chambers – noting the craftmanship. It appeared to be typical human handywork. No artistry. Not anywhere close to dwarven engineeringstandards, though it was sturdy enough. Luckily, Karameikos wasn’t known for seismic activity. The dwarf’s innate knowledge told him that the construction of the dungeon matched that of the castle. Most likely they had been transported to one level below the castle.
Miklos glanced inside the skeleton’s closet checking for magical eminations, but saw none. “Excuse me a moment, I just want to check our Portation Entry room for magical residue, just in case we need to activate it for our return. Feldard I assume you still have the key?” Miklos ensured there were no unpleasant surprises in store for him before he ventured back. He cast his gaze about. Seeing no telltale glow of enchantment, he returned quickly to the others
“Ok, thanks for your patience time to press on I think?”
Saeth led them down the hallway, then looked back. “You don’t happen to have an hourglass, or anything, would you, Miklos?” She supposed the scholar would be the most likely to be carrying something of the sort. “Evening grows nigh, not that we’d be able to tell down here.” With a shrug, she turned and continued.
Shaking loose a tangled arm bone from his axe, Feldard moved to catch up with the Elf. “By the way my stomach growls, I would say it nears the dinner hour” He purposely did not cut in front of the Elf, letting her have this time to lead.
“Sorry Saeth I have no timepiece, but I agree with the others, its time we sat down and ate something soon.”
They cautiously made their way around the corner. Just behind the Elf, Feldard wondered what other ill-created creatures lay in wait for them. On the left, there was a metal doorway with a small barred window. At the end of the passage, was another metal door with a skullfaced keyhole, identical to the one that had transported them to this dank dungeon.