“So, your sorcery, what did it tell you?” Saeth queried after a time. “Anything useful?”
Hasan will then join the others in seeking out the dwarf.
Miklos studied the flickering auras that the incantion revealed noting the stubtle incandecencies and interpreting them as best he could. “This is no mere shielding device.” he said eventually. “I suspect it may have effects beyond warding against evil, the rhyme re-enforces this theory. I guess that the aura cast by this enchantment is limited in area but powerful. Elrond himself bid Hasan to find this thing specifically for its use against the Darker Order. It has maybe one or two uses remaining within it.” Miklos returned the charm to Hasan.
“This is the most powerful charm I have ever held, more powerful that Feldards axe, or Saeths sword. More powerful even than Denetiata’s paralysation wand. Use it intelligently,” he glanced sideways at the cleric. “and wisely.” he added with grudging respect to the priesthood.
“Most interesting, Miklos,” said Hasan. “You’ll have to show me that magic some time. Very useful. In the meantime, I’ll need to preserve the few uses of this very carefully.”
With Miklos’ explanation, Saeth chimed in. “Not that it was a particularly long minute to cast your spell, but no doubt that Dwarf has gotten himself in trouble by now.”
The mage stood up and stowed his spell book. “Yes, let us go and see what Feldard is up to. I dread to think what mess he has got himself into.”
Maruc grinned, “Ahh, I see you are approaching the light Miklos! I agree lets go and find what remains of the dwarf. The life power of Halav Incarnate courses through his veins. He is well, I know this.” Maruc followed after the mage retracing their steps.
Miklos fell into step next to the elves. “Indeed I should like nothing better than to enjoy studying the magic of the Elyan. It may be that when this is over I might spend time with your loremasters?”
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Feldard strode along the empty cellblock… rapping on doors and listening for any answering sound from within. (this is assuming that the prison cells are stone worked and not barred cages) The barred windows were too high for a dwarf to peer into so he had to make his assessment another way.
“Anyone alive here?” Feldard called out in a normal tone of voice.
The dwarf tested the doors, half expecting them to be locked. To his surprise, they were unlocked. No reason to lock them if they are all empty, he supposed. Briefly peering into each small room, he determined that two of the six cellblocks had fresh straw bedding and unspoiled food inside. The other cells appeared to be long unused.
It wasn’t long before the dwarf heard the sound of his companions’ approach.