He flinches at the sound of the new voice. "Whoa. Hello?" He says walking towards the gate, trying to look past it. "Wait." He says to himself and uses his metal arm to attempt to bend the bar to make the gap wider.
"I'll be damned..." He whispered, looking around. He casts a fireball for a little extra light and draws his machete. "Go and see what you can do with that gate." He says to Gobbo while salvaging what he could from the shelves. Then he joins Gobbo in front of the gate.
"Well, you can make a new name for yourself, I've done it." He said, walking to the door. He then attempts to pull it open to no avail. So, he tries knocking on it, worth a shot, right?
"You do? Please tell me." He said, noticing the glaring cross. He walked over to the boards, and pulls out his machete. He then begins to use the machete and rip down the boards, unveiling a door.
He laughed and walked past, the goblin following. "I wish you the best, good day." He said in passing, then he turned to the goblin. "Where to now? Also, what is your name?" He asked, realizing that he never asked for a name previously.
"Ah, I see. But, you could also make this easy on all of us and let us through." He says, eyes the guard. Slowly building the fireball. "These hot days can be quite tiresome. Would you like a water in exchange for our passage? It's best for us all." He whispers to the guard, knowing how these situations go.
He looked up and put away the scroll. "Apologies friend. Mind telling me where I can get a warrant from?" He said, preparing a fireball, in hopes of finishing this guy off without any noise.
"Yes, dear friend. But I am not your master, I am your friend." He said, walking along side the goblin. He then began reading the scroll, learning the spells. The journey was on.