The dwarf frowned at the elf’s comment. “Seems odd that captives would be given the luxury of a bed much less such nice ones. No. There’s more to this room than mere prisoners.” He considered for a moment a more thorough check, then shook his head. “But I agree, we should press on.”
With that said, Feldard crossed the room to the next set of stairs and continued on upward. The higher he climbed the more something nagged at him, but he couldn’t place what it was. Maybe he was just getting edgey with anticipation, but it didn’t seem like that. Fear? He snorted at the notion. Then what was it? He paused for a moment, glancing about and listening, causing a pile up behind him as his companions had to wait for him in the narrow stairway. He frowned, listening to their questions.
After a moment he shook his head, not having any answers, then resolutely began upwards again.
Ludo moved forward slowly into the dormitory. He wondered about the iron manacles as well and concluded that it was a symbol for the slavers that slept in the room to remind them that they were ‘bound’ to the man in the yellow robes. He stoppped at one the manacles and slipped it into his backpack, he thought that as they were hunting the man in the yellow robes that a set might come in handy if they had to take him back to stand trial.
Seeing the others had moved on he quickly shouldered his backpack and hurried to catch up.
Maruc took in the beds and manacles. “Miklos,” gestured at the odd arrangement, “What do you make of this?”
The mage almost bumped into the back of the armoured priest. “I’d be able to tell a lot more if you got out of the way.” The priest side stepped. “Ahh I see.” he paused to consider the options. “Three types of dweller present themselves to me. Firstly some kind of evil religious sect. I have heard tell of zealots that whip themselves, possibly flagelants? Or perhaps type of were-creature chained at times for their own safety? Or a converted guest room of a madman with a sense of humour?” He knelt down to inspect the underside of the beds. “Either way no one seems to be staying here. No belongings.”
“Hmm. OK It seems Feldard has decided to press on. You know what he’s like. All axe and impatience.” Maruc grinned at Miklos and followed him up the stairs. “Maybe the answer is up there. Maybe they were meant for us.” he left the question hanging.
Stephan didn’t like the creepy manacle room one bit. He was happy to follow Feldard away and up the stairs. The dwarf’s seemingly pointless hesitation caused not a little unease and an eruption of impatience in Stephan.
“Mind you, dwarf!,” he hissed in impatience. “Keep the march on. There’s not much room on these steps but if you want to go back down, I’ll assist you. I can give you a good push. Shouldn’t take you long if you tuck in well and roll.” He stopped himself and was inwardly glad not to see Feldard’s face at the moment which, he imagined, might contain a fury at his hasty words. He decided to keep quiet from there on.
The group went up the stairwell and opened the door to another level of the tower. As the door opened, they heard the voices of two humans, one loud and threatening and the other muted, yet defiant. The second voice sounded strangely familiar to Stephan. Yet, the voices seemed to come out of thin air!
“For the last time, tell me what you know of the tapestry!”
“I told ye that I’ve not seen it,” the man choked out.
“You lie! I can…”
Suddenly, the conversation ceased. The far door opened, and a yellow robed figure appeared in the doorway as if from nowhere. Without pausing, the robed man fleed up the stairs beyond, slamming the door.
“Look out!” cried the voice of the other man as a menacing bellow filled the air.