At the creaking of the distant door, Nicolai stopped pushing the door and then closed the door as quickly and quietly as possible. He waved the others into silence and urgently whispered, “Something’s coming!”
Maruc started to form a question but at Nicolai’s gesture he remained silent and carefully unhooked his flail.
Hasan looked down at his two swords, one battered and enfeebled from decades, maybe centuries in the crypt above, and the other a mere ceremonial blade that was little more than a toy. Neither offered much comfort. “Oh for a longbow,” he thought. He drew both of the swords and wondered if he could wield the two together. It wouldn’t be easy, but what choice did he have? It seemed unlikely whatever they saw next would be of good intent.
“Rahib!” called the voice of an elven female. “Have you brought the final maiden to us at last?”
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Feldard remained steadily silent, and tensely waited for the disc to slow to a stop or slam them to the ground below. They were halfway there—this ride seemed to last forever! Standing at the dwarf’s side, Miklos remained artfully silent noting the white knuckle grip Feldard had on his axeshaft.