As the group of outsiders (and one familiar face) approached, Escobert couldn't help but scoff under his beard. His last run in with the lot had not been to his liking and he still didn't understand what Nighthill saw in the people, but behind all hese thoughts he was still glad someone was willing to undertake this mission. "[color=red]We'll finish tis later[/color]", he instructed sergeant Longwater, who did a quick salute and walked off to the right before the people had time to address him. Mr. Lake shook his sleeves and crossed his arms onto his chest. For him, it was no coincidence that he was here.

Out of Escobert and Mr. Lake, the latter was the first to speak: "[color=teal]Life in the next world, you say? As far as I know, the next world is no further than an astral travel away. My grandfather told stories of his days in those lands. But let that be a story for later, if we ever find the moment for it. I trust you sought us for a reason?[/color]" Of course, Mr. Lake knew well what these people were here for. He knew the same that Escobert did... and that was why he had stuck around. There was no way he'd leave this mission to a handful of spent adventurers without lifting a finger.

Escobert raised his hand, causing an immediate reaction in Mr. Lake. The man backed off, leaning against a nearby wall and letting the dwarf handle the talking. Soon enough, the adventurers shared the news the two were expecting: They had both been asked to undertake and accepted the mission to evacuate the temple before things went further south. The dwarf listened to the two women talk, occasionally nodding to show that he was both listening and agreeing. Finally,  it was his turn to speak: "[color=red]Aye, we 'ave a secure tunnel. As unfortunate as it is, we 'ad neglected tha upkeep an' 'ad ta drive off a whole nest o' rats. Not ta mention fixin' the iron door at tha end of tha tunnel, but those are taken care of. As for magic weapons, if I 'ad any, I'd give 'em out. Don't 'ave any though. Mr. Lake 'as said he wants ta come with ya though, so take that as you will. Now follow me, let's get tha job started.[/color]" With the words confirming his participation, Lake pushed himself off the wall and walked with the rest of the people.

Their way led them to the lowest floor of the keep, where the smell of blood and death slowly faded away as nobody had any business dying here in the lower floors. A slight whiff of damp air and the smell of accompanying growth took it's place, but the smell of burning torches still kept it well hidden under themselves. "[color=teal]Just so you people are aware, I have the power to cast two spells left... one more potent than the other. Let's try and conserve them, yes?[/color]" Mr. Lake shared once they were nearly to final door before the tunnel itself. "[color=teal]I'll have to warn you though, as an enchanter I'm not the most powerful wizard in the offensive category[/color]", he added soon after. The man ruffled his messy goatee with his right hand, clearly nervous about the upcoming journey outside the walls of safety. He could at least find solace in the fact his Hypnotic Gaze was still armed for use.

As soon as things started getting really messy in the floors below ground, they could make out a shape in the dark, squatting on the floor next to a lantern. As soon as the shape saw them, it hopped onto two feet and threw their right hand onto the grip of a weapon. "[color=red]Easy thar pal, Escobert comin' through[/color]", the castellan responded, prompting the person to stand up straight and relax their sword arm. From the shadows, two more of them rose, all masked and dressed in dark leathers, scimitars on their belts. One of them said something to another, but it was in some weird language most did not understand. The one that had been in the light pulled a key out of his chest armour and used it to open the door. He then raised his hand and knocked on the door twice, then slammed his fist on it as hard as he could. "[color=red]The lad's tellin' ya how ta get back in. The door at the end of the tunnel 'ad it's lock busted so all it does is deter assault. We 'ave a few men set up there as well, but ye should hurry.[/color]" Escobert accompanied these words with a hand gesture waving towards the door. The smell from the outside was not exactly inviting, but that was the way they'd have to move.

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The men wondered if they had seen some of these people before. Some of them especially had features that would make them hard to forget.
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