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"But the evening has only just begun," the wizard stated as he pointed at the dining room door and it slammed shut as Garner headed for it, blocking the easy exit from the room. "Won't you stay for dessert?" he asked cordially, as if he had not just imposed his will on the fiend.

She had glanced up to trace Garner leaving with a peripherial interest then jolted in her seat as the door slammed obnoxiously loud. "Can you not?" Annoyance was a tarnish as much twining the dissent of her tonality as accusing in the twin icicles of her stare as it ricocheted between the men. Then she ran her hand over the bulbous, pale crown of her goblin servant whom had stilled to the nursing in spite of initial derision. The little creature, as always, was of a mind of it's mistress, scowling at the noise that had not in the least bothered it.

"Mister Clobberpot is eating," said the northerner, sniffing her own indignation. Mister Clobberpot meanwhile had found himself in a situation where the humiliation of forced regression vied with his absolute affection for his princess-mother, his cheeks ablaze for shame but his mouth smacking around each spoonful with an eager panache, eyes rounded for affection for his mistress.

((Which door did he lock? The locked one at the point labelled cave-in?))

((Assuming I looked at it correctly, the 'cave in' was a previously locked door, and the 'stairs' are the door Sonny just walked through, which was locked by Urir))

She watched carefully, holding her breath as her heart beat at an increasing pace in her chest. From her squatted position in the corner she could hardly make out the flame-lit figure, picking up only the detail of his clothes (she guessed he was a him from the gruff voice) and their strange profile, which seemed characterised by a large nose. His call for Orver had her mind spinning into overdrive- was there another creature here? If so then she this exploration was riskier than she had previously judged. She was pulled from her thoughts as the heavy footsteps began again, and her eyes widened as she saw the figure walk towards the door through which she had come in, her only source of escape from this tunnel; she had to bite back curses as she heard the metal clink of a key. Her only hope of escape now it seemed was through the tunnels, perhaps the one from which the creature had appeared. She had to stay put for now though- only after the man had returned from whence he came could she begin looking (or rather, feeling) around again.

Urir, satisfied that he had done what was needed to keep the gnome intruder out of their supplies, pocketed the key, then turned and headed back the way he had come, not giving so much as a glance in Sonny's direction.

As he is leaving, his torch briefly illuminates a fan of daggers—all of different craftsmanship and make—decorating the back wall. The daggers come from a variety of races and cultures; some are crafted by orcs or goblins while others are of human manufacture. One impossibly slender blade is clearly of elven origin.

Her breath caught in eager admiration as she caught a glimpse of the ornate blades adorning the back wall. She struggled to contain herself as the footsteps began to slowly get lighter, the light from the man's torch fainter. Slowly she began to get back up, taking a couple cautious steps towards the wall. Hearing nothing more she crossed the remaining distance to the wall, carefully running her fingers gingerly over the cold metal of the blades.

Trying not to get too engrossed in her appreciation of the beautiful weapons, she kept her ears peeled, glancing behind every so often to make sure there was no return of the firelight. After a quick peruse, she began to start cautiously trying to remove the blades from the wall, hastily stashing them around her person. She chose blades with no real system, figuring at the least they would make good money in the towns, though hesitated when she came to the elfen-style blade. Something about it seemed almost to call to her. With yet another cautious look around, she removed it from the wall, slipping it straight into the sheath, bound on her arm.

Urir's footsteps (and light) soon return back up the stairs, somewhere down the right hallway. Nothing stops the theft of the blades...

Which way does Sonny go?

Having already tried and failed to explore the left corridor, the young huntress reluctantly began down the right corridor. She knew for a fact that this lead to something- after all, the creature and his flaming torch must have come from somewhere- but that was half the problem: she was effectively heading straight for the lion's den, putting herself in a position where discovery was not only likely but imminent. Still, she thought to herself, attempting optimism, at least she might get a chance to try out the new blades.

As Sonny starts up the right hand tunnel, now pitch black again, she'd discover a main corridor that runs straight. It seems at least somewhat frequently used as there are no spider webs strung across the hall. Along the left hand wall are unlit torches and along right-hand wall are 3 doorways. Each is barred by a metal grid door.