As Flicker and Rala made their way up Jørmund shoulders the door as hard as he could. His expectation of the door swinging open violently was met only with the slightest of groans of protest from the hinges and wood. Several profane primordial words could heard from him as he angrily shouts at whoever is on the otherside. His shoulder hurt from the maneuver but at the moment his frustration and injured pride were getting the better of him.

[Color=khaki]"They may have it barred from the other side. That or whoever is holding the door is strong as an ox. Someone want to give me a hand with this?"[/color]