Jazdia waited. For whatever reason, the inquiry stayed unanswered until the time ran out. And how surprising! Matilda also shared the same concern. 

[b][color=00a651]"They're not listening to the scouts?" [/color][/b]The orc could be heard grumbling something in a low voice, before stepping briskly to the stairway. [b][color=00a651]"I'll get them. Keep an eye on the admiral."[/color][/b]

Jazdia followed her from behind and nonchalantly walked past her before she opened the trapdoor leading to the cellar with a punchable smile. "After you, ma'am."  

The knight captain suppressed a grimace, hopped in, and started walking. 

[b][color=00a651]"I thought I said keep an eye on the admiral,"[/color][/b] said Matilda when the two reached the cellar below. Jazdia activated her eyes, scanning the tunnel before giving her her reasoning.  

[color=ec008c]"You did say that, but I think that should be the least of your concern. The Delvings are on the outer part of the town. Busy with helping distressed villagers, it seemed. Last time I saw anyway...'[/color] Jazdia pointed at the heavy wooden door at their west. [color=ec008c]"Would be a lot while for them to return to the fort. Anyway, the prince and our bear friend walked through that; it was a straight tunnel with no intersection. Hang on! They are still there. It seemed the exit was blocked." [/color]

Matilda immediately strode toward the door, ready to open it. Jazdia wanted to tell her that the door was sealed shut but was too occupied pondering what kind of escape tunnel that could be barred from the outside. 

The orc seemed ready to hack the door open or beat it up herself. Considering the door was held shut by a mere sizable iron latch, it could work... if she didn't mind adding more bruises onto her already mushy internals, that was. 

The elf followed beside Matilda. Her blade gleamed with a hot, purplish glow as she slid the edge into the door gap and cut down the pesky iron out of the way. 

[color=ec008c]"Before we go, a suggestion if you will,"[/color] the elf said as she sheathed her blade and enchanted her arrow to light up the gloomy path ahead. 
[color=ec008c]"They are not alone, there were civilians with them, twenty or so, best not address your princeling as respectfully as you usually do." 
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Thankfully Matilda's armor was not government-issued. Civilians, Jazdia thought. Easy to rile up, especially at the most desperate times. Trap them with you in a dark and crampy corner, and you should expect a surprise. Sadly not many of them were good ones.