From within the tower, sounds of confusion could be heard as the cultists within heard Jørmund slam against the door in an attempt to open it the wrong way before shouting primordial obscenities through the door when he predictably failed. As Jørmund swore and cussed, Flicker and Rala arrived at the window stealthily enough to not be immediately noticed. Within the tower, they found that the cultists within had made no attempt to ready themselves for the party's entry. Until a few moments ago, the cultists had simply been working on whatever experiments they were running in their arcane laboratory as if they had no idea anything was wrong. Now though, the cultists were all staring slack jawed in the direction of the commotion outside. All of them save the two androgynous elves standing at the back of the room. Instead they looked at each other and began conversing in elvish.

"I am no longer sure who the greater fool is." One of the elves said. "The lummox at the door or the cattle he is about to slaughter for us."

"If he saw me open the door, my coin is on the lummox." The other elf replied. "If he didn't, I'd say they're about equal."

It was at that moment that Jørmund asked for help opening the door, snapping the human cultists out of their shocked stupor. "Adventurers!" One of the cultists exclaimed as he drew a scimitar from his robe. "To arms! To arms! Protect Nanna May!"