“Go on! The longer you folks dally, the less patience I’ll have and less likely you’ll find me here waiting. ” That said the dwarf let himself slide down the wall once more. “But for now I’m good to just rest here and await your return.”
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Miklos looked at the guard and back to the priest. Well, he thought, I can at least see if this chap is all right. But just in case I’ll remove his sword.
He examined the elf at distance, but it appeard he was already unarmed. Someone apparently had already made of with his scimitar. Probably the same someone that had knocked him unconscious.
Miklos slowly pushed the door wider to get a clearer view of the room, half-ready to yank the door shut at the least unexpected noise or movement. When he was sure, he entered the room clasping his staff to him and with a quick glance behind the door he went over to the rebumbrant guard. “Rest easy Siswa, I have a friend who can see to your wounds next door. Can you walk?” Miklos wanted to help the guard up but thought better of it until he was sure that the charm was not affecting him.
The Siswa was slowly coming out of his daze. His eyes grew wide at the words of the human.
“Intruder!” he yelled in Elvish. Though he had no weapon, he groggily charged toward Miklos