Argyle swallowed but remained stony-faced. He considered Mords words for a moment, wondering if he cared what the Beast would think. Poison the Beast in his sleep, I could. he thought to himself, poison all of these idiot mercenaries. But then, Silakul had commissioned them, and Silakul had vision.
He shrugged and smiled, showing teeth filed down for the effect, and blackened from poor hygiene (and a tendency to swallow breath weapon potions), "Just having sport with you, mate. Carry on."
He moved aside, and his acolytes breathed a sigh of relief, and Kelley whistled.
As the wagon rolled past him, Argyle took a long look at the stone-faced Genasi in the back. That guy looks like a tough nut to crack. he thought to himself. He would have enjoyed the challenge.
* * *
The gatehouse, after a large room with some basic defensive equipment and the door-winch, turned into a hallway that after about ten yards abruptly turned left, and descended at a shallow slope, until turning right on a flat surface forty feet wide flanked by two ten-foot tall skull carvings set into the stonework of the opposite walls. Both had deep recesses in the eye, nose, and mouth holes.
"I don't like the look of those," said Torbin, speaking for the first time since the group had crossed the bridge, "Easy place to hide a trap, and I wouldn't put it past that nutter, Argyle not to have told us about it."
Having scouted ruins before, Torbin had seen some of the viscious things ancient peoples had left there for the unwary, and he had a few scars to prove it.