The dwarf grumbled at the idea of crossing a curtain of magic but he had left it up to the elf and she did have a point. “Mage, mark our path along the wall so that if Nicolai or we ourselves cross this way we know which path was taken. Number the mark as well and note it on your scrap of paper.” Feldard readied his axe, in the chance that the Siswa were waiting on the other side
Saeth, her blade at the ready, prepared to stride in behind him, not as nervous about the magic itself, but about what lurked beyond.
“Interesting. One moment.” he gestured the dwarf to one side. “I will try one more thing before we traverse the magic field. You might wish to return?” the mage advanced on the field with his staff held before him like a fishing rod.
“We are in a hurry. Those Siswa are on their way to draw reinforcements to us.” Maruc pressed. “My vote is we try to catch them, but they have have a superior knowledge of the tunnels so may lead us astray.” Maruc checks the floor for tracks. “If thay have left sign of their travel we should follow them. If they have not we should double back and follow the left hand wall.”
The mage’s staff reached the point roughly the coin disappeared, but nothing happened. The mage pushed forward just a bit, and then the staff, along with Miklos himself, disappeared completely. At the same instant, from in the darkness back the way they came, they heard the sounds of a many footsteps approaching.