Valthar very nearly changed his entire plan in that moment. Mara was terrified of these people but he hadn't taken the time to decide if that was rational or not. She seemed a very simple girl. One of them men that worked the docks was like that. He could do his work but talking to him was just like talking to a child. "Come on," he said, offering a hand. "Be ready to run." Valthar led her back across the chamber as quietly as he could. There were voices almost right outside the door. Decision time was coming. They would open the door and if they saw the pair of them it was negotiate or flee. If Mara was acting rationally and they were after a beast then maybe they would be allowed to leave. The chance of them being unreasonable seemed small, but the outcome of that risk being realised would be dire. He couldn't get past all of them on his own. Not unless the mainlanders were even worse fighters than described in the most outlandish Norden campfire tale. This wasn't the place where he wanted to die. A place of darkness and blood and pain. With his left hand he gently urged Mara to stand as close to the wall as possible. Then he took the sword up with two hands and raised it high. If they were being quick they might only swing the door open and cast a glance around before moving on. They did not open the door carefully. Kicked off its hinges the slab of wood went sliding across the floor. A lamp was thrust into the darkness. Valthar brought the blade down with all his strength. The lamp went crashing down to the ground, along with the hand that hand been holding it. The glass cracked apart sending flames spreading across the ground. A young man screamed, but Valthar shoved him aside. The man beside him was wearing heavy armour and started to turn to face Valthar. There wasn't enough room in the doorway and Valthar simply slammed his shoulder into him. Two out of the way but there were more in the corridor. "Run!" he hissed at Mara as he fled the room.