Descending into the bowels of the keep as a collective horde, the group maneuvered as best they could in following of the dwarf while he and the man they had seen before, the one at the port who helped in repair of the door, discussed plainly a number of topics. The minds of many were scattered, far and wide, but the hunter was not about to turn down another's aid, not at an hour like this. He was not fond of the dwarf, or this mage sort, but just as they viewed another able body the means to an end, so did he with them in turn. In fact, there was no reason not to do so as he followed along as the rear guard, shifting his shoulders to the side now and then to slip past in following. There was reason he always concerned himself with the company of common folk, a number actually, but perhaps all they had done this night would help ease those tensions... but Brannor was not about to humor himself with that notion.

The mustiness of the air and its underlying damp tones drew his attention some, as it became evident they were coming closer to water. Old, stagnant water at that, something it would regularly be wise to avoid, but the dwarf elaborated on this further, seeming to confirm what it was he believed by observation; the tunnel was some sort of draw into the fortress. Lit now only by smoldering torches and echoing with the faint trickle and drop of water, it did make a subtle approach. Subtle enough to hide swordsmen in its shadows, of whom spoke a language the outlander hadn't heard before.

Whatever it was, it was unpleasant to listen to and only raised his hackles more, other than their approach from hiding. From far back as he was, this was not so much an issue, especially not in these close quarters, but it was not a welcome surprise all the same.

[i]"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." [/i]

Escobert motioned toward the door from which an underlying foul scent crept through into the tunnel. In tale the journey had a swathe of rats and a broken gate, but apparently those had been remedied, perhaps by Mr. Lake and the company they had at the moment, of who seemed to be sizing up the entourage. Brannor returned the gesture some, but only enough to not elicit any further suspicion on both their halves, drawing his hood more over his face to conceal the dim glow of his amber eyes.

"We will be as swift as we can whilst being subtle." The man responded, looking over his company from the furthest point back in the precession.

This was to be no easy task, not for any of them, but the elder with his silent winged fowl was their best chance. That and the priestess, who knew the grounds they were to approach intimately. Orchid, Parum, and himself? That was more difficult to contend with in concept, outsiders as they were even on this long night. The mage would need hold his own, at least best he could, but the man seemed reasonable enough that he was not about to charge blindly into battle and begin casting spells with wild abandon; he called himself an enchanter, so some level of guile and subtlety was involved, much more than that of an evoker's.

Magic was a complicated thing, to which the huntsman was pleased to know his was internalized... second nature.

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