[center]Sarah's Request[/CENTER]

[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/1215/posts/ooc?page=1#post-12648]Eins Nimgrud[/url][/center]
---

"By the clocks of..."

Eins, in her efforts to push open the door, which she had thought to still be intact and raher hard to move, had almost slipped into the abyss awaiting into the other side. Having just regained her balance at the edge, she took a step backwards and collapsed on her rear. The mere thought of herself falling into the abyss and sailing through nothing made her feel sick.

"Well at least the doo..."

Past the rotting bridge and on some sort of column marked with several candles on skulls, was two dwarves, armed with those axes and those tower shields, square things meant to fend off a lot of blows. She brightened up for a moment, before the dwarves spoke in those... eerily monotone voices. Sword drawn quickly, she stepped forth to give some cover for those behind, though still she remained wary should a dagger suddenly fly towards her spine. Questions raced through her mind, with no answers to still them. The dwarves telling them to go away, why they were still here, and the unnerving feeling that they had been caught like a fly. Even the thing inside her head was squirming, sensing something was amiss.

Two dwarves on a bridge, where it was only wide enough for two men to stand abreast. It would be foolish to do so however, for a sudden movement from one could unbalance the other, or worse, fall off the bridge.

Edging cautiously towards the bridge, and stopping just short of actually standing on the rotted wood, she called out to the dwarves, "We.. We mean you no harm. We have come to rescue you." There was no need to mention they had come for an artifact, these dwarves seemed like they have seen a lot. They look rather pale and ... tired, perhaps? It was as if they haven't slept in days.