“Well that answers one question,” said the cleric.
“What?” replied Miklos mildly, “That the Yellow robed man is an unscrupulous, evil… art dealer… that consorts with the most foulest of unspeakable vermin?”
“No.” the priest grinned, “That wouldn’t really narrow down the field that much. No I meant that your guess back in Dymrak was very astute.”
“Of course you expected less?” Miklos quickly responded.
“From you? Yes, a nobleman or a user of magic.”
Feldard had been ignoring the humans’ banter. Upon hearing voices, he had stilled momentarily, but a quick scan of the empty tower room showed nothing. He began to cross towards the other door, when it opened suddenly revealing the yellow-robed man. Feldard raised his axe, but the yellow-robed man was quicker and fled. Feldard, of course, gave chase, even as the warning and bellow sounded. Given that it was the voice of an enemy sounding, the dwarf mistakenly assumed the warning was for the yellow-robed man and ran on heedless across the tower room. He ran forward, determined to ram through the wooden door.
Stephan was momentarily taken aback by the sound of the familiar voice, but seeing nothing other than the robed figure, he joined Feldard in the charge across the room. As the dwarf crossed the room’s threshold in front of him, the warrior was shocked to see his friend was no longer in front of him.
Hasan was next to burst from the staircase. He expected to see Feldard and Stephan running toward the opposite door. Instead, he saw nothing. The elf saw no opportunity to help them, so he quickly scanned the room, looking for the second voice they heard, the voice he suspected was the voice of a prisoner. All there was to see was emptiness.
Ludo heard the bellow. “Feldard, Hasan, Stephan,” shouted Ludo into the empty room, “watch out something is in the room with you!” Ludo his sword extended before him in a guard position, slowly advanced into the room and moved to the left hand side where he thought he had heard the sound emanate from.
“Come out!” he shouted. “Show yourself! Surrender now and no harm will befall you.” The rogue looked down to see that he could no longer see the sword he was holding in front of himself. In fact, he could see nothing of himself at all!
“Did you note that Mr. Yellow was confounded?” the priest asked, continuing his discussion with the mage.
“Naturally. The art dealer comment was merely an entertainment, there could be many reasons why he’d be vexed to the point of torture over such an item. It could be valuable, but judging by the decor of the place so far I’d hazard a guess its not for its beauty he requires it.”
“My thoughts exactly.” agreed the priest. “it is magical or contains a valuable secret, or perhaps both? Doubtless the man we are about to free may be forthcoming?”
The two finished up their banter and looked forward to see that all of their companions seemed to have disappeared.
Feldard had nearly made it to the middle of the room. So intent was he on chasing the man, he failed to notice the mystical effects of the mysterious room. Suddenly, he was struck with a hard blow to his left shoulder, penetrating his armor and knocking him down.
Stephan meanwhile continued on, confused at the sudden sounds of battle occurring in front of him. He raised his shield to protect himself and ran straight into an invisible wall in the center of the room.
“The room is vexed!” the prisoner shouted to Stephan. It sounded to the warrior like the man was chained up right next to him. “All who enter become invisible, but the minotaur can see you!”