Thuul's Beard! The rat-catcher is as wise as he is short! He alone had wit to recall the worth of plain flint and tallow when others were besotted by treasure. Of a sudden, a low but disturbing sound emanates from some distance back in the passage, encouraging everyone to heed Boggs' proven wisdom and hurry along despite the darkness; seeking the supposed door.
"Here," utters Boggs in the blackness, and by the movement of air, the portal is sensed and everyone blunders hurriedly within. With a quiet thunk the door is shut firmly, and then there is true dark until Boggs manages to strike up a tiny flame upon a wax candle to illuminate the closed chamber...
I shall cast a die to determine how many torches Boggs picked up: 1d6=4. Four is the number of precious torches he kept. Plus this one candle.
Now for each of Anton, Walfried, and Morin I shall cast another die. Should it show 5 or 6 they held onto Boggs' candle; otherwise they have discarded or dropped it along the way... 3d6=6, 5, 1. So Anton and Walfried each have a candle. Morin must have lost his somewhere along the way...
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