Chapter 1: The Prophesy

"Wait! Allow me. It may be trapped or warded."

Baenroth casts "Mage Hand" and uses the hand to try opening the door, while staying about 15 feet back from it.

"Magisssster, did you bring the collar for enemies ?"


Heads West.

Baenroth waits and looks at the larger members of the party expectantly, waiting for one of them to lead the way. "I would send my familiar to scout, but our gracious hosts banished him when they put me here."

"The only thing I will give our enemies is death."

Going through the door, We must not tarry. Let us hope our benefactor cleared the way for us. He has the dagger out aggressively in his hands.

With no descriptions of the hallways. Corelief will proceed North after exiting through the starting room's door.

Baenroth will follow about 15 feet behind Corelief. So I know it's not the best time for social hour, but what are your names? Mine is Baenroth."

Walks hunched over but keeps his tail from swaying so as not to hit any of the others.

He will briefly look through the south door just to see what is that way.

"Darasssstrix."

Seeing the same he closes the door and heads north with the others.

Baenroth uses his mage hand to open each door as he passes them, lagging behind the others to do so, if they do not wait for him. "I know it is unlikely, but our effects could be stored in one of these rooms. I for one, would like to have some food or money when we leave this place." After opening each door, he makes a casual look into each one, not lingering unless something catches his eye or looks like it might store something.

"There's something odd about this door. It won't open." Baenroth announced.

"Perhaps it is locked like our cells were. We may need to force it."

Corelief with some discretion calls back Stop opening doors. We don't need addition trouble. I don't plan to die here. He keeps heading down the corridor looking for an ending door or such. Perhaps an entrance to the corridor and a way out.