Desmond/Mondes marches off around the wall toward the rear of the abbey, disappearing from sight.
Meanwhile the rest are left standing by the closed front door. Nobody has yet thumped on the door, or rang the bell...
"Surely it can do no harm to toll this door bell," muses Hiridhren the Elf, and sidles over to sway the chain a half dozen times, producing a forlorn rattle from the dented old chime.
Desmond hears the bell ringing while en-route; he will take a couple more minutes to reach the breach in the rear wall... if he so continues.
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