The prisoners of Wolfwing eventually reached consensus in their plan and headed for the next floor. The topmost stairs were a slight challenge to traverse as quite large pieces of rubble had fallen on top, but given our hunters were no amateurs in the department of physical prowess, their show of athleticism brought them to the other side of this obstacle. And getting back down would be much simpler, just a controlled drop with no climbing required. That, however would not be the focus of their attention for quite some time now: They had a whole floor to explore if they had to guess.

A quick look above their heads informed them of at least one more floor existing above them, but the stairs had collapsed almost entirely. The first step available in the roof wasn't too high up, so if anyone tried they might even reach up to it with some help. The central pillar had been entirely removed though... and seemingly by excessive force. Other ways forward would be the one wooden door that was slightly ajar and... now that they had the moment to look around, there was not much else to go on.

However, this room seemed to have something in it that they had lacked before: Two suits of heavy plate armour stood on their pedestals, their armoured gauntlets grasping a large halberd and an arming sword coupled with a shield respectively. Dust had accumulated on the armaments and even rust made it's presence clear. But they were still better than the brittle shortspears they had found.

Before touching anything, Mistletoe had crept to take a peek out of the door that provided a way onward, but was quick to pull her head back from the crack. "It's the Jailor", she whispered as quietly as she could. As far as she had seen, one could not mistake the draconic shape, the blue flames and the two smaller gargoyles flying along with it. How it had made it here was unclear, but there it was. "It was heading the other way though", she added, sharing the rest of her knowledge.