“Ye hair-brained, rabbit-eared, nit-ninny! ” Feldard turned to look to his companion. “Which of ye did that?” the dwarf asked stalking back to where the others were. “What do ye think ye were doing? I had the situation under control. Damn it all! Now who’s gonna tell us where the mage be now?”
It was only then that the dwarf noticed the shouts from others on the dock. “Dammit it all. It’s time fer us to be leaving and quick, before news of this reaches the law. And I’m not leaving without my axe. Hurry now!” The dwarf set off at a run back through the streets towards where the arms were being kept, hoping to keep ahead of the rumour.
Stephan was stunned at the collapse of the stevedores. And equally startled by Feldard’s outburst.
“It wasn’t me!”, he responded to the dwarf’s search for the perpetrator.
He too wanted his weapon back and started to follow Feldard. But being too curious, and pressed for time, he ran at the door of the boarded up building. With adrenalin coursing through his veins, he kicked hard on the door. He just had to have at least one look inside this box…
Ludo stood back in the shadows – he was surprised as everyone to see the stevedores fall into a restful slumber. Remembering the words of the clergy about magic being banned within the walls, he was worried. Still he mused it most likely saved the men froma beating by Feldard.
Staying in the shadows he scanned the crowd for anyone or anything suspicious – he had a feeling that Golthar was close. He would catch up with Feldard and the team later.
Hasan charged after Stephan. They were too close to their quarry to tarry. “Come Miklos, the trap is sprung, but it will not hold for long. The Son of Night awaits.”
Miklos walked lightly through the slumbering dockworkers. “Well cast,” he blurted after the elf, as he watched the slender form slip through into the darkened building’s maw. The mage passed through the doorway more slowly, but he turned back to hurry Maruc and, finally, the dwarf, along in their pursuit.
Hearing Stephan’s grunt of pain, as the human slammed into boards much too strong, the dwarf turned about and grimaced. This was not going to go well. “Bah, you all are daft and so am I. Again now.. together!” and the dwarf charged the door alongside Stephen.
Stephan shook off the jarring pain and embarrassment from the stubborn door and joined the more stubborn dwarf in a combined assault on the boards.
With a crack that was all too loud, the boards shutting the door broke asunder and the door beyond fell flat into a dusty chambre.
“I must have weakened the defenses with by first blow,” Stephan offered as a way of soothing his warrior’s pride. They looked on into the old house, but saw naught but a cloud of dust. Soon it would settle and allow some sort of discernment of the interior.
Ludo pondered the situation … wasn’t he the rogue in the group? Using magic within the confines of the town, assault, breaking and entering, if the guards arrive this will go very badly. He decided to stay in the shadows to keep watch.
About a dozen other stevedores started to gather about the exterior of the inn. They started to tend to their fellow dock workers, trying to roust them back awake, calling out to the town guard as they did so.
Inside the Crossed Swords, it was dark, dusty and cobweb-covered. The group had busted into the main bar area. A nauseating stench pervaded the place. Broken tables, chairs and benches littered the interior.
There were 2 doors in the dimly lit establishment, one on the northern wall and another to the east, behind the bar.