The elf laughs out loud. "Well, if we had known this was here, we would have grabbed it ealier. Ah well. Let us do something about that howling shall we?"
Kalgor hands Ravenath the dagger, "It's too short for my liking." Let's go back to kicking in that other door. Picking up his backpack, he heads off back east to the other door.
You make your way back around the corner and to the barricaded door, which is once more firmly closed. The howling has grown silent, but Gragnor hears a faint sobbing coming from the other side.
To Ravenath,"Um, yeah. It is easier with a teacher, but some people just pick up innate spells."
After Gragnor notifies Kalgor of the sobbing noise, Kalgor knocks on the door. "If you would like to talk to Mayor Uptal's rescue party, you are going to have to open the door."
"No, a fat mayor and a town of superstitious peasants sent us. I assume you were part of the advance crew who sets up "perils" your young warriors have to overcome. Then you triggered the curse and got your friends slaughtered.
Either you come out now, or we leave you behind and let next year's "brave warriors" find your dusty bones!"