13 March (Continued)
“Shall we get to it then?” Bhavik asked of his new companions. Aramis nodded, slowly growing accustomed to the shifter.
“Since I quite failed at leading us through the other areas, I could possibly help us sneak into these doors,” suggested Azal glumly.
The warden patted her clumsily on the shoulder. “We should head south first. I’ll listen at the other door, just in case,” he said, indicating the eastern exit. Then he walked over to it and putting his ear to the wood. He heard something moving around, a kind of squelching noise, muted by distance and the door itself.
As the tiefling crossed the mulch chamber, Bhavik whispered, “A creature stirs within the chamber beyond.” Aramis and Azal looked back at him, the former pocketing the bright sunrod, and plunging the large chamber into the dimness of the violet light from the glowing fungus on the walls. The shifter continued, “I still say south first.”
Azal nodded and tried the stone door, finding it to be stuck fast. She frowned at the door and Bhavik asked, “Is it locked?” She shook her head, and stepped aside as the two men moved up to try to force it open by main strength. It gave after their first shove. “Be on your guard,” suggested the warden as they gazed into the darkness beyond.