“Aha. A secret door.” With the others still in the midst of meditations, spell studying or just plain sleeping, the dwarf joined the rogue in his assessment of the secret door, trying to find its release and listening carefully to hear what lay beyond.
If the truth be told, the dwarf was more than a little adventure-weary himself. He glanced towards the sleeping Hasan somewhat wistfully. Battle with the skeleton had taken it’s toll on him, more than in just flesh; but if he were to stop now, it would take a natural disaster to wake him from his slumber. Better to just keep active.
As he made his way over to the door, the cleric cornered him and quickly laid hands on him. Better to just get it over with quickly before the dwarf could grumble too much. The dwarf would never let his battle wounds appear to slow him down, but he felt much better after the healing, though he was still not fully recovered.
Miklos’s eyes flickered from his book momentarily at the new opening. Time to worry about that later. Aha! Here he was, line 24…. ‘first the the conjuration of elemental forces which binds to the thought-line focus. This energises the flow through the toral foci….’
Meanwhile, Maruc too was not paying attention to the two companions at the secret door, mentally shutting out the babble and Hasan’s snoring, he continued to pray.
Nicolai crouched by the paneling. Intuitively he lent against it and it swung open. He allowed a narrow beam from his lightstone to pierce the gloom beyond. Feldard joined him, looking over his should, battle axe ever at the ready.
The two saw before them another vault chamber, seemingly identical to the other where they had found little save for a decapitated body and swinging blade. The secret door opened up at the top of this chamber. A ladder led the way down to the vault’s floor.