As the room illuminated suddenly, Feldard braced himself for attack by other magicks. A glance about showed no foes, but instead only the servant by the silver panel and after a tense moment the dwarf frowned putting two and two together. He lowered his axe. “Woman, touch nothing else without permission or you may well lose that hand.” Feldard didn’t like being made to seem jumpy, but magic had that affect on the dwarf. He stalked brusquely over towards the closet and checked its contents.
“Feldard, relax a touch. Even if this servant is in league with this mage, I doubt she would be able to summon more than a couple of zombies. I’m more worried about which kind of traps he might have set.” Nicolai then set about searching for traps, but there were none to be found in the servant quarters.
Secretly glad that the Dwarf had entered the room first, Saeth neverless consoled the servant, “Don’t worry about it. You know how Dwarves can be… even the smallest things drive them crazy.” A little louder, hoping to cut off any retort, she called across the room, “Anything of note in there?”
The dwarf opened the closet door to reveal an enclosed toilet, sink and shower.