“The prisoners should keep, and abandoning Miklos for a time in the mage’s workshop doubtless seems an attractive idea. Shall we take a look upstairs?” Saeth slowly began climbing upwards.
“I agree we should go up before we go down,” offered Nicolai. “Miklos, if your Detection spell has any more use, I would say you go first. Else, Feldard and I should go forth and search for secret doors and traps”.
Nicolai moved towards the stairs upwards, and then turns to Ashira and says “Do you know of anything that may hinder our progress upstairs, notably traps or guards?”
Miklos will agree with Saeth if there is any more capacity in the spell otherwise he will allow the more skilled scouts to search out the way.
Maruc pressed the girl further as they walked on. “I am struggling to understand what caused Dentiata to move. His activities surely would have been less remarkable in the Black Eagle Barony than here. Either something or someone forced his hand back there or there was something here that attracted him enough to set up here permanently. Perhaps one of his ‘relics’ lies hidden nearby and he required time and space to locate it?” Maruc waited to see the Ashira could shed any light on his thoughts.
“Dentiata was a paranoid and secretive man. His reasons for leaving the Barony are probably known only to him,” answered Ashira. “I do believe there was a nearby tomb or old castle of some sort that Dentiata had raided. I believe I heard him speak of an ancient wizard’s tower somewhere nearby, close to an elven village, that he planned on raiding next.”
“We must not overlook the fact that Sevastian was based not far from here and he was a member of the same brotherhood. We are lead to believe there was a competitive nature within the society, perhaps Dentiata wished to deny Sevastian this ‘find’? Hopefully in his workshop we will find answers to these questions, but my guess is that what we find will just yield more questions.”
Miklos sighed at the total lack of results from his casting and he ushered Nicolai and Saeth forward to continue the search. Falling back to Maruc and the girl he caught the last of the conversation. “Indeed, Maruc the workshop will reveal more than Ashira can guess at through recollection.”
Feldard listened to the verbal investigations by his companions and shook his head with a slight scowl. The last thing he had wanted when he agreed to help those at the village was to get more embroiled in the dark dealings of evil mages. But it seemed that is exactly what was turning out to be. Not a pleasant prospect from the dwarf’s point of view.
At last the mage was finished and they could continue on. Up the stairs the dwarf went, with Nicolai at his side – the man wasn’t as bad as he’d first assumed with their initial meeting in the slaver tunnels so short time ago. As usual, Feldard had his battle axe at the ready and he scanned the construction of the stairway for those signs of engineered traps.
They opened the door at the top of the stairway and moved into the room beyond. It was the mage’s workshop. Most of the shelves on the walls were empty, though a few held bottles, boxes and bags. A large wooden table was filled with various containers, flasks, tubes and other glassware. A staircase against the south wall led up to a trapdoor in the ceiling. Near these stairs was a set of bookshelves with a few old books. A large portion of the room was curtained off by blood-red curtains hanging from ceiling to floor. A glowglobe was suspended above the east end of the table.
“Dentiata did not allow me to venture into the area behind the curtains,” said Ashira, pointing out the forbidden spot she had mentioned earlier.
As Miklos scanned the room, he detected a faint glow of magic coming from a pile of rags in the northwest corner of the room.