The Dark Tower - Level The Second
As Tesseryn discovers for the first time the better part of valour and firmly pushes the double doors closed, Aurion leads the charge up the stone stairs, though whether it is the elf's eagerness to waylay the fugitive Merth or because Wrukaog is hot on his heels, one dare not speculate.
Once more the pair find themselves in the basement of the Inn, where as well as the sacks, casks and barrels and the ever popular hanging carcass of hopefully beef, lie the remains of the rickety staircase, the demise of which was the likely cause of springing the now sprung giant rat traps.
The trap door in the ceiling above is now firmly closed, and judging by the continued scraping noises, undoubtedly by now weighted down with whatever heavy objects those above could lay their hands upon.
Haltashaar looks hopeful as Brindle addresses his plea for arms and armour to the denizens of the White Tower, but the gnomes sadly shake their heads.
"We've never had any use for such," one explains. "We can provide shortswords - I suppose you could use them as daggers."
Moram stares at him with contempt, his expression indicating he'd rather cut his own throat first.
"Somewhere on the second level you might find Berkam-Shem's lair," another suggests, "his orc guards are always well provisioned. They must have an armoury down there somewhere."
"I believe our captors dumped our equipment in one of the other cells," Haltashaar murmurs.