The Emperor of Solmaria


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“A pick!? You must be kidding... We fled from a meeting in a tavern, what do you think should anyone be doing with a pick there?” Lenya starts to giggle. “I'm sorry, but we'll have to improvise here.”
 

Xanthas looks a little abashed, not used to people yelling at him on friendly terms. He nods with unblinking eyes and grabs his mace (not his dagger, being lazy and knowing it would probably take longer). "Aye, Lady Lenya," he says making for a swing, being careful not to arouse the guards.
 

'Clang'! 'clang'! Certain that the guards Could hear the racket if Xanths continues with his current barage, reconciders using his dagger, and finds that it's keen edge easily scratches away the newly formed seal.

An hour latter, he had worked as much free as he could with the dagger, and the guards seem oblivious to the activities. It's now about 10 am (16 hours since the meeting at the inn had started). Some of you are feeling the lack of sleep, and took shifts to nap while Xanths worked.

Xanths, finishing finally, placed his dagger (which is only slightly mared, nothing an hour with a whet stone won't fix)back in it's sheath and grabbed the grate. He notes that it was placed from the inside, though the lock was on the outside. He pulls inward with all of his strength, and feels it budge slightly. Getting the orcs and Darhaan's help, the two successfully rip it from it's moores, the way out now available.
 

Xanthas stifles a yawn while slipping his dagger in its sheath. "I say we wait until dusk, so is not to alarm the guards any further than I already have," he says, not particularly caring of the other's opinions and already setting himself a cozy little position on the floor.
 

“Good work, Xanthas,” Lenya says appreciatively. “I could send Midnight on a scouting trip outside, while we rest in here. She won't get much attention for sure. By the way, we should let the grate in place, while we wait here, just in case the guards look up here.”
 


The group rest until dusk, the orc heading back to the hole to informthe other that the grate had been removed.

During that time, Midnight scouts the surrounding area, and notes that all appeared as it did from the grate, except for a contingency of elves in the forest beyond the guards, seeming to watch the guards there.

The guards below get replaced by the alternate group, as described by the gnome form the hole.
 

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