Ptolus: The Prison of the Sahuagin Queen | Page 3
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Seeing all the sights of heightened traffic, Vanden feels a sudden sense of urgency. He puts some hustle into his step, moving ahead of his companions, as he heads for the door to the basement... and beyond.[sblock=ooc]Does it look like the traffic has gone this way, or does it seem confined to the upper levels of the tavern?[/sblock]
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Maugra ushers the others in, then follows towards the stairs into the basement.
Garn creeps forward, surprisingly quietly for one of his size. His ears pricked for sounds of Watch member banter or complaints.
The cellar appears just as it was, albeit marked by more footsteps on the sandy floor.The passage leading to the barricaded door extends no further, but the silence on the far side of that door is deafening.
Most of the foot traffic was headed toward Longcoat's lair. The body of the creature itself is gone, as are his grisly trophies, along with anything that might have been seen as valuable and was small enough to fit into a watchman's pocket.
"Was it the @#$ing dart fountain we need to go down?" Garn asks
Vanden nods in response to Garn's cantankerous question. "Indeed it was. Now let us hope that we have deciphered the clues adequately... and that no one else has yet disturbed the site."He tosses a wary glance towards the barricaded door- A mystery for another time, he thinks- then moves purposefully down the hallway leading to Longcoat's former lair and the prison of the Sahuagin Queen.
[sblock=ooc]And I'm going to have to go back and refresh my memory from the other thread on exactly what it is that I think Vanden knows of the prison. 
"At least it's out of !@#$ing darts now." Garn follows down after him, still having no clue how he got the dragon fountain turning thing to work.
Maugra follows downstairs and lets Vanden take the lead towards the fountain.
"Even if it has no darts... we still don't know how to work it... do we?" Garnet speaks in a low tone not wanting his voice to carry and alert anyone of their presence.
Over his shoulder, Vanden replies to Garnet, "I believe we need simply say the words 'ascend' or 'descend' in Dwarvish." Scratching his head, he murmurs to himself, "At least I hope it's dwarvish."
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