The group could not hope to break open the heavily warded door seperating them from the Wardens personal arrangement of wealth. The dragonkin shout rattled the doors and splintered the wood of the opposite entrances but failed to budge the contraption.
Around them, the reflected force of the shout failed to do anything but rattle the windows and send the stacked papers to scatter around the room in a flurry of fluttering litter. The heavy sword over the wardens desk fell from its positoon and fell to the floor with a loud clang as it settled.

The door itself required a word of opening. Its wards would prevent any other such intrusion and fling more dangerous spells back at the caster.

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Hawke dispatched the pair of infected creatures in short order, the blade in his hand cutting through rotting flesh and bone without resistance, its enchantment giving the biting edge of the blade a supernatural cutting force. 
In moments he was through the door and not a moment too soon.
Two floors down, more of the disgusting abominations were shambling up as they walkes on all fours, a great vibration tumbling through the sturdy building from above drawing whatever creatures remained into a frenzy to its source.

Without an option to go down his path went up to the Wardens office, Wilhelms keys opening the door with a click. 

Inside the office were four people, none brandishing weapons. The massive swors Hawke had been robbed of years ago was resting on the floor behind the Wardens messy desk, its blade half covered in various scatteres pieces of parchment.

From behind, the buzzing hiss of the insect humanoids was growing louder as they scurried up the stairway.