Seeing no eyes upon them, it hardly seemed important to Saeth to hold formation, or keep up the drugged farce. She straightened. “The left, then, Miklos? You think the chalk is a trap?” She glanced about once more. “I trust your instincts. Why don’t you pass Feldard his axe, and we’ll head that way.”
Feldard was quick to take up this new plan and took back his axe readily. With the handle of it comfortably in his grip, he strode to the front of the party. “To the left, you say? Left it shall be.” Without further discussion, the dwarf made his way to the curtained area and draw back the cloth and stepped within glancing about alert for more of the ensorcelled elves.
Peeking behind the curtain, the dwarf saw a small room, about 10 by 20 feet. There were 2 large brass coffers in the corner of the room.