Immersive Ink

Akbar is readying his arbalest ...

The Herald makes an attempt to bind his wounds but botches the job.

Tossing the bandages to the ground while muttering Sod it all under his breath, he stands up and grabs his torch.

Well, we'd better get after Zax... wait a minute, what are you still doing here? I didn't think you stopped for anything except lunch.

Freid chuckles, "You'll be fighting again before you know it."

Freid keeps guard while the injured rest up.

"Even the undead bunny has to rest once in a while." Freid says with another chuckle then steps over to The Herald, "Here, let me bind that wound for you."

"I think we should be careful opening that door." Freid says, "It's likely to be trapped and there might be a nasty surprise waiting for anyone standing in front it it when next it opens."

The Herald thanks Freid for the help with his wounds.

He shrugs when considering the door. Anyone got any skill in finding traps? If not, I'll open it and duck. When it's your time, it's your time.

"I don't have any special skill in finding traps." says Freid, "I guess, pulling it open while standing to the side is the best idea I could come up with."

"Akbar!" says Akbar, getting the gist of the conversation, and pointing to the door.

It's not precisely clear what the foreign missile-man is getting at, so The Herald boldly opens the door at the rear of the chamber and to his left.

It opens quite easily, and leads directly into close ante-chamber of some sort that has the reek of blasphemous practice about it. Given a moment to investigate, The Herald would doubtless uncover evidence of heretical machinations here. But for now; barely 15ft across the dim room is another door. Seeing that there is nobody present, The Herald presumes the hag must have lately used the opposite portal.

The Herald, not wanting to yield the initiative to Zax, strides across the room and opens the other door.