Baeleth Dawnmist, Male High Elf Swashbuckler
*Knowing he couldn’t possibly afford a scroll necessary to break a magical lock, even if he could with his not quite complete magical training read it, Baeleth grimaces at the choices left to them.*
“Could you at least send a coach we could bring her and a few others back in, as we’ll have a hard time carrying them if we do manage to reach them?” he asks Master Tham, before continuing with another question much more quietly...a hint of desperation his his voice. “Hmm, well if magic to defeat magic is out of the question, perhaps brute force will have to do. I don’t suppose you know a number of burly men, who might be equipped to demolish a heavy door in short order...do you Master Tham?”
Turning to speak quietly to Rhaka, as Master Tham mulls over his questions, he says, “Well I’d prefer we don’t waste time traipsing halfway across town, on at best a slim chance, as we didn’t find much there before...but it might be our only choice if Master Tham can’t help us.”