(IC) Dog Days of Doom!

[Lidgar]

Deirdre whispered at Caer in elvish before standing.

Alas, anger has ruled my heart. I will stay my hand.

She stood and walked back toward the tiefling with a glare.

"There is nothing I can do for him except to apply holy water to prevent undeath and offer a prayer that his soul is found worthy to abide with Corellon in Arborea."

"So I ask again, servant of Mask, why did you come here? What is your interest in the Horned Society and that tome you hold?"

It was obvious that she wanted to say more, but she clamped her mouth shut so hard, there was an audible click of teeth.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Anson has no time for this. The woman's feelings are hurt, he understands, and her sallow comment about her friend not living seems foolish to him when so many have died. She was robbing a tomb filled with the living dead. Yes, he had killed he friend, but he was neither sorry nr did he believe they had time to assuage her feelings. She had her book, she had her life. He also knows no words from him will speed this up.

He looks at the statue behind him. Is it like the others, with a key inside? If so he turns the key, hoping it opens the door to the north. If it does, he will start heading through, taking the key with him as he goes (if it is easily removed).