“Hmm, that’s odd. Now why would dwarven engineers slope the ground here? Makes no sense…” Feldard scritched at his beard, pondering the slope. It didn’t seem to be related to the towers collapse and it was gentle enough to hardly be noticeable by humans or elves. A secret passage perhaps? or a trap? The dwarf stopped suddenly and took careful note of the area where the sloping began. “Nicolai, you mind checking the area around the fresco for traps or a secret passageway?”
Hasan half-watched his companions examine some architectural feature of the room. Mostly, he looked again at the painted wall. What, he wondered, were the lessons that should truly be drawn from the fall of the Elyria. Power, especially magical power, had corrupted some of his ancestors. But it also saved them from powerful alien threats, whereas an invader even as modest as the Rahib overcame the puny power of the current Elyan village. Hasan wondered at what great things would need to be learned and sought out, if the surviving villagers wished to avoid the oblivion of anonymity or yet another conquest. Could the Quiet Way survive such quests?
Miklos stalked over the the dwarf who seemed confused about something.
“Whats the problem?” he asked.
“There’s a 1 in 850 pitch to the floor. See?” he replied absently, forgetting he wasn’t speaking to another engineer.
“Oh.” replied the Mage, “A slope you mean? Is it important? Perhaps its subsidance caused by the fall of the original tower? I doubt its going anywhere now after all these years.”
The dwarf shook his head, it was pointless entertaining the Mage with dwarven mining knowledge when it served no purpose. “Dwarves build strong houses.” he grunted simply as if that was all the explanation needed, or was forthcoming.
Miklos left him to it and returned to the entranceway and kept an eye out for surprise guests.
The priest turned his attention to the alcoves after Nicolai and wondered what purpose they served. He tapped the walls in the alcove vaguely trying the copy the expert tapping the rogue performed. To be honest, he was wondering what he was listening for.
Nicolai finished his investigation of the remaining alcoves and finding nothing of interest he spent a few more minutes and another circuit of the room tapping the wooden panels of the fresco to see if any were hollow. Though the wood was thick, he did detect a slight hollow echo as he pressed his ear against the woodwork.