Ludo watched the stevedores being woken, he half expected the town guards to come marching down the street at any moment. Ducking further behind some crates he watched and waited. Turning behind him he checked for an escape route – just in case. If things turned ugly, he decided that he would make his way to the home of Nicolai’s mothers place. He thought sometimes Feldard and the others were not very subtle.
The rogue’s keen ears picked up fragments of conversation from the awakened stevedores.
“Damn! They got inta the inn.”
“Looks like we won’t be collecting.”
“Never should get involved in dealings with mages. Let’s clear out.”
Stephan noted the awakening of the stevedores and growing commotion out in the street. He turned and lifted the door they’d only just broken down.
“Da. Maybe if we close it, we won’t get into any trouble with the town guards.”
His companions looked at him like he’d gone daft.
“Well, it might be that the guards won’t want to come in here. We can find a way out.” Just then, a realization that he was barring Ludo from joining them washed over his face. A clear flush of red showed in the fighter’s cheeks. He hoped the others wouldn’t point out his error.
The dwarf just shook his head. “Lets just hurry this up.” Feldard headed towards the door behind the bar.
Hasan saw Feldard was headed to one door. “Good, good, Miklos, Maruc, you take the other door, with Stephan. I’ll follow Feldard.” And without another word, the two demihumans slipped past the bar, only the top of Feldard’s helm and Hasan’s eyes showing above the high stone bar.
Fortunately, the old door had a bar and Stephan, with the quick aid of Maruc, was able to secure the door enough — they hoped — to thwart the town guards. Or at least, Stephan hoped, the guards would not choose to batter down a door that appeared to be in place. Maybe, he thought, Ludo, who was still on the outside of the building, would somehow divert the guards.
“Da! Goot!” Stephan said as he made his way over the dusty, debris-strewn room to the other door. Trying to mimic how he’d seen Ludo do it, he listened at the door.
“Back off you clanking brute,” Miklos muttered as he inclined his arguably more subtle ear to the door.
They heard nothing, and so they pushed it open. Inside was what appeared to be an old supply room. It was empty, save for some debris.
Hasan and Feldard opened the other door, behind the bar. This room appeared to be the tavern’s kitchen. The foul smell of the place intensified. Stairs led up to what was likely to be the guest rooms. Hasan’s ears perked up as he heard what sounded like movement coming from below.
A hidden trap door in the floor was thrown open with great force. A wave disgusting stench flowed into the room as a vile creature began to climb up through the opening. A large humanoid with mottled skin, its sharp claws scratched the ground as it was lifting itself into the room. Feldard and Hasan had heard tales of creatures such as these, though they had never faced one in the flesh. Possessing a unique ability to quickly heal from even the most severe wounds, they were very difficult to kill.