Camilla cast one last look back at the pile of gold, avarice waring with fear, she already had as much as she could carry but part of her wanted every single coin that lay in the vast vault. With a physical effort she wrenched her eyes away from the loot, nearly losing her crown in the process. Gods what a fool she must look.

Leaning close she examined the lock. Once she had known a thief by the name of Rozario who had claimed that he could defeat any lock with a horseshoe nail and a sharp knife. He had even shown her a little of how the trick was done, but without proper tools there was no chance that she was going to be able to defeat an elven lock. Instead she cast around for another option wincing as she heard the troll roar again and the harsh gutaral voices which she assumed to belong to the greenskins. She traced her fingers along the leaves of the door to the masonry lintel. Elven work might be eternal, but the stone it was fixed too was not. She produced her dagger and pried at the crumbling stone. Satisfied she turned back to Cydric.

[b]"That axe, quickly," [/b]she whispered urgendly, pointing to an oddly curved axe with elven runes carved into it. He passed it to her and she was surprised by its lack of weight. Without ceremony she wedged it under the lower hinge and heaved. The stone began to crumble, whatever ancient mortar had been used to moor it in place not up to the challenge.

[b]"Help me,"[/b] she breathed but Cydric was already leaning his considerable weight and strength on the end of the axe. There was a metallic pop and the hinge gave the door groaned and sagged slightly, its support gone. Behind her clinking sounds mingled with excited roars as greenskins dropped into the pile of coins, their own torches casting shifting shadows. Heart thumping she thrust the axe blade between the door and the lintel and pressed, the upper hinge held firm, though it squealed in protest at having to bear the weight alone. Together they prized up one corner of the door. Not far, but enough to allow a person to slide through.

[b]"Go first,"[/b] she hissed, [b]"Go first I'm small."[/b] She replied fearfully, kicking the brand through the gap so no light would filter back to the greenskins. She cast a fearful glance backwards.