Violet Eye - is there anyone other than the boy on the other side of the door?
Violet Eye says yessiree.
Assuming we haven’t made too much of a racket already, I’ll try to motion to the rest to be quiet and indicate why.
What kind of door are we talking about?
It’s stone and on hinges. It opens towards you. There is a simple latch.
Is the door locked?
If not, I’d suggest opening it slowly with me at the crack and Ingmar ready to shoulder it closed if it looks like too much is going to rush through at us.
You can’t tell just by looking at it. It doesn’t have a keyhole.
“Ingmar, can you get your shoulder ready to shove this thing closed, if needed? I’m going to try opening it.”
If Ro0sh doesn’t answer soon, would you accept someone else in that role?
Ingmar will bork bork bork the Doorway and shoulder it closed if need be.
“Tis better to be behind the dooor rather than in front of it, no? So he will volunteer.”
OK, Brunis opens the door, ready to hack up anything that moves.
And something in the next room does move. That room is about 15x15, and in the far left corner is a pile of straw. An animal of some sort gets startled. It looks up at you with frightened eyes. After a second, you realize that it is, in fact, a human. A young human. Shirtless, shivering, hands and feet bound, gagged.
(Note that this is not a complete description of the room, just your first impression of it.)
What else is in the room? Any other route of egress?
Any dinosaurs? Or men?
Or… dinomen?
You came in through the west wall. To your left against the wall is a chest. The child is in the northeast corner. There is another door on the south wall. There are torch brackets on each wall, none of which is in use. The child has obviously been in the dark.
The stench of poo and pee is pretty overwhelming.
Well, I’ll move to help the kid up and untie him.
Do we have some food?
“Hi, I’m Cella! We’re here to rescue you. Try not to make noise.”
I’ll hand him something to munch on. I’ll also look over him to see if there’s any injuries that need immediate attention.
“Someone watch our backs. We need to get him out of here as quickly as possible.”
He’s pretty skittish at first, but he soon lets you help him. His eyes occasionally fearfully dart to the south door.
You do indeed have food, which he scarfs down readily.
Aside from a few scrapes, being freezing cold, and covered in his own filth, he appears to be unharmed.
“It’s OK now, son. Who did this to you? How many of them are there? Are they nearby?”
He points a shaky finger at the south door and says in a quivering voice “He’s in there.” Then he points at the chest and says “His knife is in there.”
Let’s just open that chest then, shall we?
I’ll stand ready for anything coming from the south door.