Saeth ran her fingers down the charred stone, marveling at the forces wrecked upon it. “What might’ve done this?” She glanced to Feldard. “Know you if this came from within or without?”
Feldard looked over the rubble and the scorch marks. “The blast originated from this side.” The dwarf also ran his hand along the scorched wall, trying to judge how long ago the hole was made. It wasn’t recent considering the amount of dust that had accumulated.
As his answer came, the Elf peered with her good eye down the hole, straining to see anything that might lie within. The hole opened into a room that was crowded with more fallen stone from the tower’s collapse.
Nicolai scanned the hole and whispered. “I wouldn’t want to have been next to the person making that hole. It looks as if whoever was being chased this way was running out of options.” Nicolai shone his narrow beam of light into the hole, and saw the same view of the room that his one-eyed elven companion.
With no indication of danger, Nicolai started to go in, but the dwarf held him back “I’ll go first.” The dwarf clambered over the debris to enter the blown out hole in the wall.
There was a narrow path that had been cleared—perhaps whoever had done so was the source of all the rubble that covered the lower parts stairwell. The route through the rubble ended at a heavily damaged door that was slightly ajar.