"Hmm..." purred cousin Zenythin.
There was lots of debris and broken furniture of various sizes and shapes strewn about the corridor around them. It was apparent to the whole lot of them the door could, in fact, be jammed. (It'll take an INT roll to precisely wedge something in the way or a STR roll to stack up a bunch of stuff to block the double door.)
Before Eovin, Alan, or Selythin began to act, though, the muffled noises on the opposite side of the door got louder.
It was an argument. More hobgoblins, to be sure. It didn't seem like they had noticed the party on the other side of the door. Instead, they argued amongst themselves, oblivious to listening ears.
"Pipe down and stop questioning orders! Orders is orders! Shut your trap or I'll shut it for you!" Croaked the first.
"You're not listenin'! I said how's it CHAOS if we're always following orders? Ain't that the opposite o' chaos and all?" Reasoned the second.
"See's and I said they didn't expect us to spit-shine and march... They never mentioned that in the pamphlet! That's not what I signed up for..." Grumbled the third.
These hobgoblins sounded on the verge of mutiny.
Cousin Zenythin smirked as he listened.
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