A tense showdown averted with the new arrival, the companions proceeded out of the meat larder and through the passage Ardhalas had opened earlier...
Though Brin had asked the barbarian to lead, Somnak was already moving, the half-orc's bloodlust still(!) percolating inside.
Ardhalas followed cautiously, relating tales of Eye Tyrants and their destruction of the Blue Glass city as he walked, attempting to educate these hunters. That these three were some sort of "savages", to Ardhalas there was little doubt. But here he was. When in Ro-Ahm...he remembered an old saying from his youth.
Ardhalas suddenly whirled around on instinct alone, just in time to see two, what were they, elves(?!) enter the chamber silently. One had a gleam in his eye, the other...a female, a rather attractive one, though primitive looking to a True Elf of the First Empire. A scimitar of bone in each hand, and a rather thick python draped around her neck, completed her look. Her companion had no weapons, but rather an over-developed forehead.
When Thorgir made a vulgar sound, that somehow seemed to combine... "Elves!", "Feck!", "Finally", "About Time", and "@!#$" into one guttural syllable, Ardhalas relaxed a bit. It seemed there were more of these Egg Hunters about.
The madman followed them meekly, bloodied and disheveled. He was too scared to go off alone, even with the urging Brin had given him to escape the Pyramid.
The doorway opened into another sterile hallway then began to ascend sharply. As they made their way, they could hear muffled sounds somewhere behind them. They were somewhere near the center of the pyramid, but well below its capstone.
Brin, Somnak, Thorgir all expected some sort of physical confrontation (and bloodshed) at any moment. After all, it had been a whole half hour since they were last attacked by the Bamboo Jumble, and it was nigh time. ()
But no. Silence greeted them and more white walls.
The hallway straightened once more, and it seemed they were on a new “level” of pyramid, having taken the long route, in lieu of the moving chambers.
They came to yet another purple knob on the wall and pushed it in, revealing yet another doorway and yet another hall.
This was utterly maddening.
Along this hallway however to their left they could make out what looked like three chambers with actual doors, sleek metallic ones, thick and impregnable-looking. Each door had a small slit at eye level, allowing one to see inside. Inside however was utter darkness, so nothing could actually be seen.
Along the wall beside the three chambers was something etched in the stone in a seemingly indecipherable language, some sort of message or information imparted. All three of the doors,had a ubiquitous purple crystal-button in the wall next to it.
To their right, they could make out a quick dead-end and another doorway blocking passage, a hatch-like circular door, also metallic, and sealed tightly into the stone. This door reminded Thorgir of round Halfling doors, he had once seen in his youth. He remembered fondly when he had once ripped one off its hinges on a bet with a Stout.
There was another message scrawled into the white stone above this round door as well.
The addled villager stayed silent, his eyes darting around, fixating first on the three doorways, then the fourth. He seemed less nervous and more anxious for some reason. "I will hide here" he offers meekly.