"Hmm... locked." She mumbles softly, putting her bow away she suddenly reaches a hand up to... knock on the door.
"Hello in there? I am Alexia... If you aren't undead then its likely we mean you no harm... please answer."
Elorin shakes his head after Alexia knocks on the door. "Six armed intruders break down your door, even fall through your roof, then ask you to come out of your hiding place. Either an ambush awaits us in there or we have scared an innocent being nearly to death."
The paladin lowers his bow and goes to the middle of the room. He turns towards the door and speaks loudly to whomever may be waiting on the other side. "It may not seem like it but we come in peace. We are here to search this old temple and thought it abbandoned, we truely mean you no harm. Please speak to us and you shall be treated fairly. You have my word as a paladin of the goddess Sarenrae that it will be so."
You hear a timid voice from the other side, "I don't know what you want, but GO AWAY!" Then the sound of shuffling can be heard and scraping as if something is being moved against the door. "There are a hundred of us in here and we're not afraid of you or whoever sent you!"
"Unfortunitly we can not just go away friend, lives are at stake and we must act. Please, we do not wish to damage you home any more, but we will do what we must. I will have the others back out to the next room and will speak to you unarmed if you will just come out. Do you agree?"
"But Elorin, aren't you concerned you're going to be surrounded by one hundred bloodthirsty (and awfully silent to boot) critters, once the door opens ?" Gryfford whispers to the paladin, trying very hard not to laugh aloud.
"I hardly think you have a hundred, I only heard one. We do need to search this place and would rather do it peacefully, please let us. It's important we do before someone worse comes along who isn't so nice about it." She motions Gryff closer, "...if they don't let us in...." She trails off softly.
Alexia raises an eyebrow slightly, taking the bow from Elorin. "You're crazy to go completely unarmed here." She finally replies back to him in elven before taking a few steps back with the bow in hand and shaking her head.
Gryfford's falchion seems to leap into his hands of its own accord, and in a blur of practiced warrior's motion he launches himself at the door, all the momentum and speed of his movement being transferred from his pivoting haunches to his arms and then to his blade - which strikes squarely and with great strength right at the middle of the wooden door.