He closed his hand around the hilt of the sword, and as he did so a small light gleamed from it. It was soft, but definitely there. He felt something warm, and within moments his eyes widened in astonishment when he realized his stamina had been replenished. It was as if the very evil in the place caused the sword to cry out in defiance, and it intended to use Roland as its vessel in order to wreak havoc on the abominations of the underdark. 

Roland was not keen on letting anything control him, but as long as his and the sword's intentions were aligned, he'd allow the weapon's help in slaying these foes. And more importantly...

Saving Iseldis. 

The door opened to reveal three shambling corpses approaching, and the one up front gave a lumbering swing as Roland strode to meet it. The blade in his hand was lighter than it seemed, and with his vigor returned he blocked it relatively easily, turning the blow and countering with a sideswipe that beheaded the Draugr. Despite his wounds, along with the crusted dirt and blood along his arms and neck, he dispatched the others in a similar fashion, and decided to cut his way out of where he was. The barred door looked a bit less imposing with his strengthened body and new sword, and he began hacking at the timber, somehow knowing the blade wouldn't dull. 

Iseldis' mad dash to where she had last seen Roland would be interrupted by a faintly glowing blade sticking out of the wood and stone they couldn't pass earlier, and a cry to Baelyr and Eruvar echoed across the stones before Roland shoulder rushed the blockade and knocked most of it aside roughly, the squire's hair matted and he was getting tired yet again but, he was here and he brightened considerably when he saw his companion in the dark. 

"Iseldis! I..." he began, stepping forward, before he realized he might have said something he shouldn't, or at least would be embarrassing. He shook his head and pushed forward. "Are you ok? What happened?" His voice was breathless, but his eyes were alert and his shoulders squared and steady. Somehow, he looked as if he had grown even since they had met mere days before. 
[@Luminosity]