[tiptoe] grrowling
Tiptoe turns away from the beetles, sighing and feeling a bit releived.
This is an adventure, but the less to fight, the better.
Tiptoe nods in encouragement of Faust's suggestion.
"We need to be quiet, not loud.... it's being loud..." shrugging, he rubs his finger over the edge of the shortspear "Quiet, now..."
Tiptoe will approach the door slowly, keeping out of the distance at which the beetle was noticed by the creature inside.
A gust of wind... odd, that. As Tiptoe nears the door, his mind toys with the idea of the creatures Faust spoke of earlier... turning to the part, he speaks in a hushed voice "I'll follow you in... I'm ready, in case." Holding his spear at ready, pointed at the door.