Miklos winced as the Elf kicked the door in. “Easy girl! Blimey, we don’t want to wake the whole place up unless its necessary. We do have our highly skilled Nicolai here for this sort of thing you know.” He glanced passed her into the room beyond. “Still it seems there’s no harm done.” Miklos allowed to others to pass through before entering the room himself.
“Miklos, don’t be so quick to judge. Saeth listened at the door first you know. She knows whats she’s doing and you have to admit anyone in there would have been surprised!” Maruc grinned.
Saeth jumped slightly as Nicolai moved past her to listen at the far door. The elf calmed herself down and turned back towards the Dwarf. “You suppose we’re under the tower proper by now?”
Feldard pondered a moment at the Elf’s question, judging distance and direction. He nodded. “We should be at the outer edge of the Tower now. I would suspect beyond this door perhaps one more room, at most, then our exit.” Feldard moved ahead to back Nicolai at the door.
Maruc picked his way through the mess after the Elf. “What do you think? Is this wine vintage?”
Saeth sniffed the proferred bottle. “Perhaps too vintage. I’d let the Dwarf drink it, myself.” She glanced up the tunnel, where Feldard was preparing to open the next door with Nicolai.
Feldard glanced back at the Elf’s comment. “Too potent for you, eh long ears? That’s okay, I’m sure we’ll come across someone who has some goat’s milk to appeal to your infant-like tastes.”
“Sshh! How am I supposed to hear anything with you bickering like old women?!” scolded Nicolai.
“Too potent?” The volume of her voice, though not its intensity, dropped in response to Nicolai’s comment. Grabbing the bottle back from Maruc, she upended it, chugging half the contents before coming up for air. She glared with her good eye, silently demanding Feldard take back his insult.
As the others carried on, Nicolai struggled to listen at the door. While the elf stared down the dwarf, the young rogue heard the distinct sound of a door being opened.