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[i]"Tch. And here I thought you were mercenaries. Not thugs and corpse-pickers." Raen said coldly, his words aimed at Murderok and his four-legged friend. [/i]

Murd and Gryff looked at the half-draconian with something that might have been approximated as contempt. "We're Mercenaries. Not morons. But hey, if you want a rusty ten thousand year old blade be free to go back to the armoury, but in case your lizard-fucking brain is too small to grasp big words. Mercenaries work for COINS and people drop coins in halls, not armouries." Gryff replied.

Murd meanwhile was investigating the room. It wasn't an ideal fighting ground, especially not for people as large as he and Gryff were. Indeed being underground still made him royally uncomfortable as he prepared for battle.

[i]"Everyone, get back! Don't be caught in the open, and DO NOT separate!" Raen roared, his Draconic heritage becoming more apparent as his voice picked up a primal thunder in its notes.[/i]

"Shut the fuck up you peurile maggot." Murd snapped, "Do not bunch up despite what this maggot vomits out of his mouth-hole. If it IS giant spiders you don't want to be in a position where they can splooge their sticky crap all over multiple people." 

Gryff nodded. "Keep at least six feet separation if possible, and pay attention to where everybody is, we don't need someone getting impaled unexpectedly, at least not this far from a brothel." He chuckled. "And keep one eye on the ceiling." He added unecessarily. 

He suddenly paused. "You know, Centaurs are not the only 'taur' species or similar.... i've heard of half spider half men. Driders... be prepared for more than pincers and venom. As Florence said, that's an awefully nice possible archers balcony up there." 

[i]"I don't suppose you have the key?" Aslo offered from the centre of the chamber.[/i]

Murd shuddered with a grin. "Does Minotaur count as a key?" He asked back. 

"I wouldn't begrudge the attempt. Lord knows you'd have better luck than the child." Aslo said pointing towards Nyla, still standing close to the door.

"Well. Better earlier than late." Murd said looking at Gryff. Backing up several yards he checked the clutter on the floor and charged the door with his shoulder levelled to shove it clean off it's hinges or even just splinter it into a thousand pieces. After all, what was a metal doors hinges against a charging minotaur.

Murd would never admit that tiny voice in his head that went. [i]This is gonna hurt.[/i]