Feldard met his companions out in the hallway. “Nothing but empty prison cells here” he commented, then waited out in the hall, while those interested peered in to verify his words.
Maruc peered into the cells the dwarf had opened. “Recent occupants.” he asserted. “The questions are who where they and where are they now? The obvious answers would be our elf maids and the Sisters have them. It is disturbing that only two were used.”
“Perhaps our delays have been an error? No matter, we must hasten. Come, let’s get moving”
the priest turned on his heels and retraced their steps back to the main hall.
Being last to enter Miklos almost bumped into the cleric as he made his way out. “Anything interesting?” he asked.
“Evidence that we have tarried overlong, Miklos.” replied the priest gravely.
Miklos backed out of the way and fished out one of his lightstones to see by. Staff and stone in hand he marched after him. Saeth too peered into a cell, but didn’t dally as the party quested onward.
Hasan followed the group. Maruc’s idea that the recently occupied cells may have held the missing Elyan maids was troubling, but even more troubling was that there were only two such cells. Something was not right. While he didn’t begrudge the time spent finding the great charm of Elyas, he too felt the need for the party to quicken the pace of its investigation of the fallen tower.
The dwarf had nodded at the clerics sudden desire for urgency. It was about time. He lead the way down to the far set of doors and listened at them carefully, his hand tested the handle checking to see if it were locked.
The rogue Nicolai watched as the dwarf once more assumed the lead and then foolishly tested the handle of the door without checking for traps first. Yeah, and that is how we end up with poisoned party members… he thought to himself as he stood back with arms folded. He’d let them realize their mistake on their own. More than likely all it would take is one mishap before they’d be calling on him for his expertise once more. It was good to be appreciated.
As Nicolai waited for the dwarf to finish making a fool of himself, the rogue subtly scanned the doorway for signs of traps.
The door opened easily, almost falling off the hinges. The burnt wood certainly did not seem to be an illusion this time. Inside were the charred remains of a long, elegant table running then length of the room north to south. Broken bookcases, also burned covered the north, west and south walls. The burned leather covers of the books were scattered in the shelves and on the floor, all of them unreadable.
There was another charred door on the north wall of the room.