Shackled City - Chapter II


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As the group walked in a circle, as they wound up standing in front of the hidden door that held the artwork inside, Zeric's eyes showed the frustration that the delay was causing. When Raven spoke of trying another door, Zeric quickly answered her.

"Aye, let us try that one, but let us move with haste. If that door does not give us any further assistance, we must resume hunting the skulks through their own tunnels."
 


Alinis said:
"Sounds like a good as plan as any." Alinis says dryly.

Althron glances over at the elf woman, one of his hairy eyebrows raised in what can only be a surprised look. If he has any comments he keeps it to himself as he follows Raven to the new door.
 

Zeric fought to keep from lashing out at the elvish female as sarcastic tone met his suggestion. He could feel his hand tighten their grip on the morningstar he carried and knew that if he would have spoken so insolently to a Battlemaster of Hextor, he would have been served his own tongue on a platter.

~Why must they argue against everything that carries a hint of reason? Why must I pull them as if they were oxen being led to the slaughter?~

"If you have a better suggestion speak it, as precious time slips away from us the longer we tarry."
 

Turning the key in the old door disables any traps as expected and allows access into the small room. Inside are fifteen small chests lining the walls, covered in cobwebs and dust.
 

Raven

"It seems the skulks never found a 'J' Key. The gnomes no longer need this stuff. Mind if I have a look?" If there are no objections, Raven will check the first check for traps and locks.
 

"Go for it, we might get lucky and discover more keys or perhaps something that will be of use in our search for the missing children." He tells her moving to the side to let her pass.
 

Not finding traps or locks on any of the chests Raven opens each one, finding only a dusty woolen blanket in each, and an off-white tabard emblazoned with the symbol of Jzadirune (an insignia depicting a wooden gear with a yellow, eight-pointed star in its hollow center.)
 

"This could have been the guard barracks," Orpheus says about the room, knowing gnomes to be a community friendly people, but not believing every citizen would give up their privacy and live so crowded.
Not that this lot cares anything about the humanities...
 

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