The party except for Kirsten made themselves inconspicuous round a corner. After examining the outside of the door and finding nothing Kirsten bent to examine the handle. No lock was visible, this door would be bolted if it were ever barred. Kirsten tried the same ruse as before turning the handle slowly this way and that. The normal rotation proved correct and the door swung open all too easily onto a small torch lit room.
Three men playing dice sit round a table squarely facing the entrance. Dice are dropped and loaded crossbows picked up.
“Who are you, you gotta password or you gotta no business here?”