Tyra watched amazed as the elven Magus materialised out of the fetid air of the corridor right in front of her. Remembering the human cultist that she had seen holding a lantern in the corridor Tyra got ready to leap out and defend the stupid wizard. But before she could do so, Elisa took a gleaming dagger from between her teeth and threw it expertly at the robed figure…

Olazabal could take it no longer and began to hop and jump up behind the large beserker. “What’s going on?” she croaked in what she probably thought was a whisper. “I can’t see a bloody thing…”

Elisa watched with a grim satisfaction as the dagger flew, straight and true from her hand and straight into the throat of the amazed acolyte. Dropping his lantern he clawed weakly at the blade. As he did so, his darkening vision saw the blade pull itself free and fly back into the hand of the elven mage in front of him. He coughed once and lay still…

From further down the corridor the heroes now heard the startled pandemonium of hurrying guards. Even as Tyra nodded at Elisa and said, “Nice throw!” there was a huge creak. Looking around, a previously unseen trapdoor behind them began to open. As it did so an angry voice from behind Tyra growled “Someone better get out of my way or bloody tell me what the hell is going on!”