“Left seems as good as any direction to me,” said Nicolai quietly, as he caught up to the others. “Found this stone amongst the rubble, that looks interesting,” he shows a green stone from his pocket, “but anything else will be well buried under that.”
“Ahh, a beautiful piece. Given time, I could determine if it has an enchantment on it. But I fear this pleasure will be ours after we have defeated the Sisters.”
As they moved down the hall, he whispered to Hasan. “Do the tales of the Tower’s collapse indicate anything about a fire?” He sniffed the air wondering if that fresh burnt smell would linger in the air after centuries. Whatever caused this, must have happened long ago.
At arriving at the two scorched doors Feldard, will set himself up to the right. He motioned for the rogue to check it out. While waiting for Nicolai to give the all clear, he watched Hasan. The elf obviously wasn’t the Siswa threat he first thought him to be, but he still wasn’t sure how well he fit within the group. The others he knew by experience were more accepting of new folk—Feldard preferred to make people work to earn his trust.
One thing keep nagging at the dwarf, after freeing the maidens and dealing with the Sisters Three and whatever else was between them and the Black Opal Eye.. what then? Would Hasan feel his task done.. or would he aid them in uncovering and dealing with the larger issue.. his thought were cut short as Nicolai gave his assessment.
Hasan drew his scimitar and looked at his dwarvish companion. “I know nothing of this fall, but that it has happened. I believe the fall was the result of my clan’s great triumph over a Darker plot, but Miklos seems to think otherwise. I do not know what to expect here.”
“I fear Hasan, I have upset you.” replied Miklos, “Please be assured that my knowledge is based only on the facts I have learned. I entirely agree that the evidence so far confirms the tales given to us by the elves from the village. Namely that Elyas overthrew Teriak, took over the tower and surrounding lands, and decades later reduced this, his tower, to rubble in a confrontation with his apprentices, the so-called Witches Three, who had succumbed to the will of the Black Opal Eye. I don’t believe I said anything to the contrary.” Looking at the blacked timbers on the passageway Miklos observed,”It seems an intense fire caused the tower to collapse so far. I would hazard a guess that it was magical fire as these six inch oak beams are notoriously difficult to light.”
Maruc stopped to the right of the first door on the left. He slipped his hand around the familiar holy symbol of Halav Incarnate. “After you, Feldard.” he said gesturing at the door, his familiar grin creeping across his face.
Behind the door was a small connecting corridor. There were two doors on either side. They were not burnt like the doors from the hallway.