Arcata scowls and peeks around the corner of the stone wall at the dwarf guard. Scamp, having ridden in her saddlebags, makes a soft clacking noise in his throat, and the sorceror shushes him.
"Well, we're not likely to sneak or talk our way past him. Sh'aah will have put him on alert. We can either wait here, find another way past, or try to force the issue. And I'm not ready to consider that yet. Ideas?"
"Well, we're not likely to sneak or talk our way past him. Sh'aah will have put him on alert. We can either wait here, find another way past, or try to force the issue. And I'm not ready to consider that yet. Ideas?"