"It's locked," Lidda said, backing away from the heavily bound iron door. Its hundreds of etched demonic faces leered at her.
"Of course it is. That's your job. Deal with it," prodded Regdar, his armor clanking as he shifted impatiently.
"I can't. It's not locked like that. Hennet, you want to give this one a try?"
"Pardon me," the sorcerer whispered as he squeezed past Regdar, whose wide frame filled most of the tight hallway. Stepping in front of Lidda and gesturing his companions back, Hennet flamboyantly produced a wand, a flimsy thing little more than a gnarled twig. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment to summon the power inherent in his blood, then focused on the wand. A silent wave of blue sparks washed over the evil-looking door, but as they struck its surface they vanished like rain upon warm stone.
"It's beyond the wand's power," Hennet stated matter-of-factly as the blue light faded. He turned back, skirting past the fighter.
Regdar looked to Lidda with an exasperated shrug. "Well, how do we get by?"
"We look for another way." Annoyance tinged Lidda's voice.
"I could try something," chirped Gimble from the rear. Disbelieving eyes turned toward the brightly dressed bard. With his hands stretched out ahead of him, the gnome forced his way past his doubtful companions. He tossed Lidda a jaunty smirk and a quick raise of his eyebrows as he met her level gaze.
"A little room, please," Gimble said in serious tones, mocking Hennet's dramatic pose. The others stepped back as he put his back between them and the door. The gnome reached into his cloak for a split second, then pressed his hands against the door and began whispering slowly, ominously.
Regdar glanced at Hennet, who arched an eyebrow dubiously. Their misgivings quickly gave way to surprise, though, as a loud creaking echoed through the web-strewn hall. The heavy door swung inward at the gnome's push.
"How'd you --?" Lidda started.
"Old gnome trick." Gimble waved his arms toward the entrance like the most gracious host. "After you."
As his companions passed by cautiously, Hennet fixed the gnome with a sidelong look. Gimble hung back a moment. Deftly, he slipped the palmed stone with its sinister demon face -- just like the ones on the door -- back into his cloak. He'd found it a few rooms back and pocketed it in case it might prove useful, as it had.
Skipping after his allies, Gimble smiled. They didn't need to know. That was the old gnome trick.