The tall, chesty Morin hefts the sack of silver easily, to the mutters from the hirelings who apparently thought payday might have come early.
This done with, Brother Walfried shoulders the door firmly, forcing it outward amid a tumble of dust.
Beyond is a dim passageway of uneven stones running left and right. The route to the right turns abruptly left, around a corner. The route to the left proceeds some 30ft before ending in another door.
Morin please accept a 20 lb load (500 sp) on your sheet.
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch