Saeth, first through the portal into the hall, struggled to keep a steady, drugged pace. Not seeing Nicolai, she murmurred, “So where’d that thief go with my blade?”
Feldard still scowling, looked over the room and made a bit of a study of the compass design on the floor and then to the chalk drawing of the hand pointing east. “See the hand there, think our good rogue left us a trail marker or more likely that is a lure for the unwary?”
“My advice would be to keep the left hand wall this way we can investigate the entire structure without missing anything. So by this rule it looks like we see what is beyond that left curtain yonder.” Miklos said.
The priest, uneasy with his surroundings flickered his gaze about the temple foyer. It was clear from the surroundings that the temple was, until recently, a place of peace. Now there was a sense of foreboding evil in the temple. Maruc kept close behind Feldard ready to pass him his axe at the first sign of trouble.