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[Medriev]

“Someone is on the bridge,” said Telkya suddenly as the three former servants cleared away the breakfast dishes the table that they had moved to the smithy. The door across the bridge had opened and a squat figure that could only be a duergar had stepped out warily. From the left a crossbow bolt flew out and clattered against the side of the bridge. Ten of the elves manned the southern part of the hold while the companions, the four remaining elves and the humans had spent the night in the northern hold. Telkya drew back from the arrow slit in the door as Lavren bent forward to take a look.

“We should go out and meet him,” said Lavren as he watched the dwarf pause and look towards the southern hold.
“No need,” said Enlishia taking up her bow and striding towards the other arrow slit. She nocked an arrow to the string and loosed it towards the dwarf. The shaft drove into the duergar’s shoulder and he staggered. The duergar looked down at the fletching of the arrow and then yanked the arrow from his flesh with a grimace.
“Stay in yer rat hole,” the duergar called out then as he began to retreat. “We’ll be waiting for ye over here.”

As the dwarf turned and strode back towards the door, Dulvarna took up her blade and strode towards the door.
“We are ready to venture back, are we not?” she asked the others. They took up their own weapons and wands in answer and Dulvarna nodded to one of the elves who stood next to the door. The elf threw the door open and Dulvarna strode out onto the bridge just as the duergar reached the door at the far side. Seeming to panic now, Framarth fumbled with the iron ring of the opposite door before pulling the portal open. Pulling it shut behind him, he disappeared into the darkness.