Maruc then turned his attention the the wolf pen which seemed equally bare of any clues. “Nothing here either, I’m thinking the stairs next but before we try that I want everyone to be aware that there’s a good chance we’ll be facing magic if the yellow robed man is up there.” He looked meaningfully at the dwarf. “Its either me or you Feldard, I have the favour of the gods and you have the favour of your ancestry.”
“But thinking about it you do make a smaller target.” Maruc grinned.
“There are also the north door to the Library to investigate.” the mage offered. “Give me a second, and Hasan’s, help and we can ensure there are no nasty surprises coming up behind us.”
Feldard eyed Maruc sourly at the suggestion that he take lead and deal with the man in yellow. “Lucky me.”
At Miklos’ comment about the northern door, the dwarf shrugged, “Stephen says it leads outside.” Though when he thought about it, Feldard could not recall the man ever approaching the door to check. Perhaps the man was good with architecture. “But if you want to check it out, alright. You sure you don’t want more than just Hasan’s help?”
“We’ll just take a quick look, Feldard, and be sure to lock up behind us. Never fear,” the Hasan answered. “But perhaps Ludo can help.” The elf then moved quickly to investigate the north door. Indeed it opened to the outside as the warrior had said. Just to be safe, Hasan quickly cast a spell to ensure that it would remain tightly closed.
Once the others were assured of the north library door, Stephan said in a low voice, “I’ll follow the dwarf.”
With his sword out and shield ready, he kept a couple steps down from Feldard as the party mounted the steps.
Ludo finished searching the central room where Vlaak’s body lay. Every now and then he could not help glancing at the body, but any feelings of regret at what he had done he quickly suppressed. Vlaak was too dangerous to be left alive or even kept as a prisoner. He knew too much and had committed to much evil.
With his sword Ludo half-heartedly poked the central dry water fountain that was filled with rubbish, but deciding that he wanted to get out of the room he walked over to the door that had the staircase leading up.As Feldard was leading the others upward, the young rogue followed up behind, happy to moving on and leaving the unpleasant memory of Vlaak’s death behind him.
They traveled up the stairs to the next level of the tower. Through the stairwell door was an unoccupied room. It appeared to be a dormitory of some kind, with eight neat, austere beds against each wall. Above each bed hung a pair of iron manacles on a chain.