If the dark elf's keen eyes had caught the movement of shadow up ahead she gave no indication of it. The troupe continued forward unhindered until she lifted a hand to call them to a halt.
Right in front of where
Sirius was hiding. Thus far, no one in the group seemed to notice him.
Fiera approached the door, her gaze sweeping slowly along its height, to the lock, and then down to the ground where fresh scrapes along the cobble spoke of recent use. Hm. She tried to the handle.
"Locked."
"What do ye mean locked? That weren' tha way anyhow, ye said we continue forward another 3 lengths, this's hardly been one."
"Who is holding the map?" Fiera inquired with a lofted brow.
"Maps don' know the way, lemme get up there and take a looksee," said the dwarf.
"But of course, Master Dwarf," she replied, folding the map and handing it to him as he shuffled through the others and passed his torch off to a nearby human mercenary. He gave a grunt, folded the map open and peered for several moments.
Fiera waited, amusement peeking through the fingers she presently rested her chin in.
"The devil take it, I can't read a damned thing on this map."
"You cannot read ancient Olirian?" the elf frowned, tutted,
"I thought everyone could."
"Tricks, tricks. You knife ears are full o' tricks. I'll lead the way down this tunnel now."
"As you will," the elf gently folded the map and watched the others follow after the dwarf. Her gaze landed directly on the breathing tiefling statue before it swept after the mule to step along with her group.
He almost stepped out when she tried the handle, but that would contrast his interests in two ways, one it would draw attention to him, and two it would tell them that there
was something back there worth something. So it was more prudent of him to let her jiggle the door a little bit and hopefully think that whatever was back there wasn't worth the effort of forcing it open.
Her gaze found him, and he knew he'd been discovered, but he didn't move, meeting her gaze evenly with his eyes the color of cast bronze. No
iris, no pupil, just a single color, as though they were spheres of the metal they resembled.
But she intended to leave him be it seems, since she made her way after her group. He wouldn't have to kill anyone after all, incinerating people had started to get old. Alas he spoke too soon.
The group would hear the loud tramping of feet behind them, a large group of people jogging through the tunnels in which they found themselves. The clanking of weapons and the jingling of chainmail armor was also heard, in fact it was the second loudest sound made by the approaching group. The loudest noise being the question. "Where's that damned tiefling?!"
With an exasperated sigh he stepped out of his hidy-hole and withdrew his mace from his belt. It seems he'd have to fight after all. He was there behind their group, within the dim area lit by the torch, light enough for the
dwarves and the
elves among
Fieravene's group to see him clearly, the
humans with her would see his silhouette though not the finer details.
The warlock paid them no heed, his only interest was killing those bandits and going about his business. Though now that he thought about it, perhaps he'd be less pestered if he were with a group of his own. Mayhaps those adventurers behind him could prove to be of some use.
He let the echoes of the tunnels carry his voice to the bandits, "Don't you humans learn?"
