Roland took a deep breath, his face stern and unyielding. He regretted to say, he was beginning to get used to constant battle and the penetrating darkness. He might feel differently without the sword he had procured, but then again he might not. His normally kind eyes were gone, and his youthful face looked a few years older with experience. He looked between the three exits, pondering and wondering how they could tell where to go. 

The upper floor was likely the best, but caves twisted and went up and down ubiquitously. He couldn't rightly trust it. He was still thinking on it when Iseldis caught his attention, and he snapped to attention. "Oh..." He breathed, his fierce look dissolving into youth once more when he realized they were not under attack, at least yet. He stalked over and sheathed his sword, grabbing the planks with his callused hands. 

He grunted. "I think I can. Back up," he whispered, and once she did he would put his weight and strength into it, gritting his teeth as he pushed. If nothing else, Roland was strong. Long hours hauling knightly equipment and war drills in the training yard had hammered him into a muscled squire, and within seconds the door began to budge. Slowly at first, but after a moment it shot open like a firearm. 

The echo reverberated off the walls with an uncomfortable loudness, and he looked back to Iseldis as if he had dropped some expensive pottery, smiling guiltily. "They would have heard that," he deadpanned, and tossed her the Staff, grabbing the rest of their supplies too as she kept watch for the moment. Within, he found a small crossbow as well. That might come in handy. 

Walking out, Roland crossed the room and grabbed a few potions too, not knowing what they did but anything could help if they were desperate enough. He plucked them up and dropped them by the armful into his beltsack, hearing them clink until they were nestled within the cloth he had within to dampen the noise. He prayed to Eruvar these things could help somehow.

"Where should we go?" He asked, knowing enemies could bear down on them at any minute. They might not know what the noise signified, but that was small comfort. "I'll follow your lead. I trust you." 
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