He ignores the wizard's comment, but instead just watches him with emotionless dark eyes, while not caring at all about his dignity for someone that apparently is keeping others as prisoners.
He is tempted to free the wizards legs at least to let him to lead the way to clear the way if indeed there are magical wards or traps. For the moment though he does not, waiting to see if the others will agree to the wizards demand.
The gravelly, bitter sound the Dragonborn is making appears to be some form of laughter.
"You forfeited your right to any trust or agency when you lied to our faces, wizard."
All humour was gone from the Dragonborn's voice, his maul in hand, looming over the prisoner.
"Be grateful, very, very grateful, that you did not forfeit more. Yes, you are in the jaws of the bear. It behooves you to be mindful of that fact, and why you are there."
Well no nasty surprises so far. Her full vigilance moves back to the chasm room. She is sure she had seen something before and she looks around for any other telltale signs.
"Yes. You can move about. My little friend is scurrying about and safe from the invading hoards for the time being. I do worry about my furry pal so thank you for asking."
It seems no one is convinced to let Inaro be free to walk, so Davroar will once again be ready to pick up the wizard once they proceed through the now open secret door.
Knowing there is a familiar about and knowing how sneaky they can be, she maintains her vigilance, focused on a small creature that might be flying, walking.. who knows.
"There's Wilbur there," Inaro says. "Do what you will with me, but let him live."
A little rat peaks out from behind a hole in the wall. It backs up into the tiny hole as a reaction if anyone approaches. Still, it keeps in sight otherwise, following at a distance.
"I know you would kill me and Wilbur if we try anything."
Sorry. The brain is still at GenCon. I should have asked "which door". There's one to the south of the 15 long corridor and one right opposite the door you would enter on the east wall.
DM Three large stone sarcophagi stand within this dusty crypt, and propped up against each sarcaphagus is a human skeleton clad in bits of rusty mail. False columns along the walls are carved in the image of spreading oak trees. The double doors in the southeast corner are sheathed in tarnished copper plate.
The three skeletons start to animate.
Please place yourselves behind Kriv and also your captives. I guess I could use initiative rolls too
As Kriv spoke, the skeletons froze in place and took their bony hands off of the hilts of the swords they had moved to. It seems the word did what Inaro promised it would do.
His mouth hangs open as the decrepid skeletons freeze like preternatural and maccabre marionettes.
Onlookers might think the word also worked on Chandan. But then he squints and looks around the room, from behind the protective wall of Kriv's upper body. [15,15]
"Good place to put a gaol. No need for gaoler!" He says.
The captives are probably behind one of the two doors in the room, by the old monk's thinking. Which one? Only one way to find out.
Once everyone else is in tow, he ambles over to the nearest door, the single door, and wraps it with the butt of his spear.
As the group move forward, she slowly moves with them but faces back towards the cavern most of the time. She will stay in the rear and move towards the door that leads into the corridor that leads to Kriv and the sarcophogi but she won't move into that corridor yet as she wants to maintain a long rear view.
I'll place ... Jaliera at (14,16), just outside the door. Chandan at (18,13), next to the single door on the east wall up top Kriv is at (15,14), just outside the room. Waiting on Kalista and Davroar.
Once again he will grab the wizard by the back of his belt and will unceremoniously dump him just behind Kriv, stopping when he catches sight of the skeletons standing up, and ready to charge in just in case the password didn't work.
"It would seem that the password worked," Inaro says as he lies on the floor of the crypt. He rolls over onto his back and looks up at the pillars shaped in the form of trees. "These are the ancient ancestors of Tresendar. They liked trees it seems. Are you ready to spare me some of these indignities? Surely we can come to some sort of arrangement? Is it gold you seek?"
Nobody answers Chandan's calls. It might be because there's nobody there to hear or perhaps those who hear choose not to answer. Either way, there's no response.
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