Hasan strained to watch the brightly lit action up front, a bit flummoxed, but thinking that this seems more a situation where brawn may be worth more than wit.
“The curtain is secured firmly. I’ll need help to bring it down.” Then after a moment Feldard paused and in a sour tone added. “Mage, there’s a opening in the fabric here in the middle and more layers of fabric behind. It seems like it could be walked through. Could this be another type of magical portal?” Inwardly, he was kicking himself for speaking of it. Now of course, everyone would be wanting to traipsy on through… a stupid notion to him. But… it might just lead to the Sisters and the abducted maidens.
“I’ll cut it if you like,” Saeth suggested, raising her blade slightly. “I mean, I wouldn’t think that cutting the curtain down would destroy a portal, merely reveal it if it’s hidden behind.”
She stepped forward to see about trimming the curtain a bit.
Frowning, Feldard lifted its hem at a point not at the gap and checked beneath for what was behind. He didn’t dare open his eyes, for the light would blind him. The dwarf grumped a bit as all he finds are yet more fabric going further in. “Cut it down if you wish, there’s plenty more behind.” He stands straight once more. “So what say you, Mage? Do we take the time to take them all down or simply go through to see where it leads?”