Halders follows Shondra down the hall, humming softly to himself.
'ts a bit dark in 'ere
thisn long 'allway gives me the creeps
Halders will peer through the barred window, listening for anything beyond.
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Ragnar follows looking and poking at the walls occasionally on the lookout for more secret doors. He has his crossbow loaded and ready. He pauses from the muttering and grumbling. "All this way and not one single sign of those damn kobolds or that missing wizard. If it were not for the promised coin I would say to pull out and look elsewhere."
Shondra shrugs. "It's not as though I had anything better to do," she says. "And I can certainly use the coin."
Polly promised treasure down this'n corridor- so far all we 'ave seen are slime and doors. If'n we don find anyfing ahead I say we revisit the talkin' bird.
Halders pushes Ludvic towards the door, handing him the rusty key;
Ludvic, me ol'mucker, 'ere's a key. Try the door with it, will ya
”That’s...uhm...hello? Who just spoke?” Galessa said nervously, dagger in hand.
Pass phrase? Uh-oh. "This could be a problem," Shondra mutters, nocking an arrow.
Haha, key's the answer- Halders claps Ludvic on the back; -Thanks Ludvic me ol mucker, what would we do wivout you. Now, after you... Halders indicates for Ludvic to pass and when nothing happens to he follows.
The door behind them slams shut and Halders shudders; despite being small this confined space is causing him to breath quickly- thisn room- too small... can't... handle... small... spa-
The other door opens and Halders pushes his way through, out the door first. He doubles over, hands on his knees gasping for air.
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Ragnar passes by Halders and pats him on the shoulder and nods to Ludvic. "Well done, up you get stickyfingers."
He turns at the sound of the metallic voice and looks it up and down. The old dwarf shrugs and stows his crossbow warily and digs out the large crest from his sack. He hefts it in his arms and shuffles over to the construct. "Here you are. And who might you be?"
Halders calls to the voice as Ragnar hefts the crest; Jus so ya know, disembodied voice, tha's my crest. I've grown quite attached to the memento of me visit to this'n strange place. If'n you want it back, I may be willin to negotiate a fair price
Halders raises an eyebrow as the construct wordlessly moves out of their way; I'll take that as a firm yes, pleasure doin business wiv ya
Up an on wiv ya, Ragner me chum- good on ya puttin two and free togever; the good ol baron 'as been willing alot ov fings. Now 'e wills us to get to the treasure room!
Halders moves up to the new door, examining it carefully;
”Well done! That was amazing, we didn’t need to kill anyone!”
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He gives a firm nod in acknowledgment. "Thank you. I prefer to avoid fights when I can. Attention and civility can take you quite far. This is Abadar's will as well. Wealth should circulate and be displayed, not buried in forgotten ruins and crypts."
Ragnar carefully stows the heavy crest back in a sack and rearms himself. He eyes the non-responsive construct warily as they pass. As they move he pokes and prods the walls checking for further secret doors.
Shondra watches the construct as they pass, wary for any trickery.
Halders holds up his right hand, laying his left over his heart;
On me ol' mum's grave and by Abadar 'imself I would never fink to cheat any worthy mucker outa their fare share of loot
Halders will examine the locked door, and again tries one of the keys found.
If the key doesn't work then we'll need to break the door down.
"Yep, its locked alright- Ragnar- come 'ere theres a good lad, and break this open wiv the 'ard 'ead of yours"
Ragnar, Ragnar me ol mucker, Polly was tellin' the truth- be'old by Abadar, the treasury! Halders puts his arm around the dwarf and ushers him into the room first.
the good baron wills we plunder it!
Shondra steps very carefully into the treasury, bow at the ready. She doesn't trust the words of the raven.
”Grumbeard is right. Rushing now will just rush us into a trap, and the treasure isn’t going anywhere.”
Shondra flattens against the north wall, bow aimed at the opening on the north wall.
Halders ignores the noises up the passage and is at Ragnar's elbow quicker than fat spitting in a pan;
The good baron's an ol sly dog, 'iding 'is loot behind a lock. No matter, we'll make short work ov it
He eyes the openings, I 'ave a 'eap of daggers that could fit in there
Shondra puts an arrow into flight almost before she even sees the creature.
+1 for PB Shot
+1 for PB Shot
Looking on in fear, Galessa muttered ”Coming here was a calculated risk. I just wish we were better at math.”
Halders' stamps his foot annoyed at the noise- Will you please shut up, i'm tryin to secure us loot!
Halders turns, spies the stumbling creature and moves up behind Shondra, two mithral blades out;
Galessa moved up to stab it. Doing that usually worked.
Halders twirls mithril daggers between his fingers in triumph; "Abadar's shining on us like'n a gold coin, eh? Things are getting easier and easier"
He looks at the daggers in his hands and then to the slots in the floor.
”If you day so...” Galessa said, watching the halfling at work. ”Hope the payout is worth it.”
The daggers slide in, the cage slides into the floor and Halders stands up triumphantly; "Well then, let us all get paid; Abadar and the ol'Baron wills it!"
The Halfling all but prances up to Ragnar and grins expectantly. When the chest doesn't budge he frowns in mock drama; "O'Abadar, what shall we ever do? "
Halders winks at Ragnar and kneels, looking the lock square in the keyhole. Fishing out his thieves tools Halders talks quietly to the chest; "Come now, ya great big box, give up ya secrets to ol Master Isgood"
”We’re rich! This is much more than we were going to get as caravan guards.” Galessa exclaimed. ”Let’s get this divided up and then let’s get out of here, before anything bad happens. Never tempt fate, because when good things are here, trouble is coming.”