Nim searched the guard, trying her best not to dirty herself with his rapidly spreading blood. With the smell of blood, the sleek black cats in the cage snarled and leapt at the bars to get through. The iron held strong though.
After finding naught but a rusty knife, the Sen-Rab woman made a quick search of the bedrolls. Within she found a smattering of coins, a bottle of cheap rum, two plain daggers and a copper earring.
Meanwhile, in behind the final room...
Korkarr counted the pile of coins on his makeshift desk, one hand gently stroking the neck of her prize panther, Shekzah. He had been considering turning in for the night, when he heard the cries of Garmin who had been sleeping just earlier, followed by the frenzied snarls of the other big cats.
Korkarr, sighed and stood, collecting his great axe and heavy crossbow, "Come on, Shekzah; must be trouble." he murmured gently to the cat, who stood and stretched. Korkarr extinguished the torch paused at the door to his room for a moment, listening through it; he could hear footsteps and quiet voices. Finally, he kicked it open with a roar then stepped back.
back in the hallway...
"Are we all ready?" Sigurd asked, his shield at the ready. Just as he asked this, the door swung open, revealing naught but darkness beyond! Suddenly, with a yowl, an enormous, sleek black panther leapt from the shadows, jumping right over the chocked pressure plate on the floor and charging towards the group!
Sigurd rocked back as a loud *Thunk* marked the landing of a massive crossbow bolt in his tower shield, the shaft remaining in the shield, jutting out; someone was firing on them from the darkness!
Zelas brought his magic to bear, a stewam of volatile acid sizzling through the air towards the panther, which struck the feline along the back. Duxo, also at the ready, flung a dagger at the beast, but it missed, clattering along the hallway harmlessly.