When the ghouls had begun their joint tenderization of him, Lenny had had the misfortune (or fortune?) to have been in the middle of a blink. The tenderizing had stopped as suddenly as it had started but paralyzed as he was, he could not order his eyelids to reopen. In that uncanny way of the senses, his ears had immediately become more ... sensitive. He heard the welcome crash of bottles of oil on the flagstone followed by the, admittedly gentle, crackling of flames. Twice, he had heard Mr. Silk call out orders, once to whisk him away from claw and fang.
Mr. Silk:
"Ati! Pull Lenny out of here...Vale to my side!"
But these were subsequently followed by anguished elfish yipping and Lenny's heart had just about hit the floor. It rose again when he heard the piteous gibbering of ghouls give way to a wretched silence. It rose even further when Walker's cry reached his ears:
Walker:
"There, in my pack, new spikes and a couple hammers! Hurry, the oil won't burn forever!"
With an unbearable eagerness, he awaited the smack of hammer on spike to entomb the ghouls once again.
Should the ghouls be resealed, we will attempt to camp in the priest's room just across the way.