Esgallhugwen
An uneasyness infected the company as they neared their destination, what would become of them if they managed to come out of the pipe alive? "Furman", Esgallhugwen asked gently attracting his attention "do you know how many gaurds are usually about the confines? It would be helpful in our cause".
The bent man nodded, " four large men gaurd the main gate but I hope for us not to go that way. No one gaurds the pipe and from what I've seen about only two or so men gaurd the stairwell entrances. I know not of how many more there could be, or how many are posted at the inner house, if any".
Esgallhugwen nodded "my thanks Furman, Falowik fears for Eodwine this night, would it be wise to use the storm as cover for our entrance, getting to the other end of the pipe will be no easy task, and if the storm is trully coveted by the Master our fates may await us in the inner house".
Kildirak
Kildirak's green eyes shot open with a start, the cracking of thunder above him sounded too much like the cracking of a whip. He sat up in bed allowing his eyes to adjust to the candle light.
His eyes focused across the hall, to his shock a hole seemed to be there that he had never seen before. With caution despite his slightly aching limbs he slid off the bed and crept towards the hole.
The floor creaked where the hinges met the upturned door, Kildirak slowly poked his head inside, he tiptoed into the tunnel at the end the glimmer of gold met his eyes. But that thought soon turned to distress when he saw two shadowed figures, whom he almost didn't recognize amidst the sparkling treasure, the sillouettes of their curly locks gave them away.
He was about to speak when a low growling sound came to his ears.
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