A stream of inventive cuss words issued from the dwarf as he struggled to sit up to no avail.
Saeth’s eye opened wide, seeing the prone Dwarf. “Need a hand, or are you just napping there?” Shrugging off the daggers he glared at her, she climbed into the metalled corral, reaching out an arm to help him up–and was abruptly pulled down, the sword at her back fixed firmly to the ground.
“NO! Stay where you are Saeth,” the Dwarf tried to yell loudly, but it was difficult lying face down. Too late. The Elf and the Dwarf lay side-by-side, stuck to the metal surface of the roof.
* * * * *
Whilest the Mage scanned the book, Maruc resumed his search of the shelves, only to be interrupted again by the loud clank from above. He listened for a moment. “Feldard has discovered something not to his liking. Let us see what we can do to help him.”
Miklos sighed and snapped the book shut. He tucked it into his bag. Still no sign of Dentiata’s spellbook. Perhaps it was in the mysterious locked case. It was about the right size and weight.
* * * * *
As Maruc ascended the staircase, he heard another CLANK! He quickly took in the situation. Once he realised the demihumans weren’t in immediate danger, he stifled a laugh and said, “Have you identified the Magic Enchanment that has glued you to the rock?” Maruc did not approach. Miklos and Ashira followed behind.
“Everyone stay back if you carry anything with metal. It will be drawn to the floor here.” The dwarf grumbled sourly. He was stuck here right and good, unless he could perhaps somehow wriggle out of his chainmail while it was being drawn down.
“Is it possible to deactivate it?” Maruc asked, hoping someone else had greater knowledge in this matter.