[center][h1][color=#B4C1C9]Fyodor Strelnikov[/color][/h1][/center]

Fyodor paid little mind to his fellow Bleaker's scowling and moved to follow the group down into the wine cellar, fishing the gate-key Ulgad had entrusted to him from his pocket as he began his descent.

Upon reaching the portal, Fyodor became uneasy when he saw that it was still active. Even if it was just beginning to close, the fact that it had been used recently enough to still be open meant it was very likely that there wasn't as much distance between himself and the Mercykiller as he would have liked.

[color=#B4C1C9]"Before we go through, has everyone made sure they have all they need?"[/color] Fyodor asked, hoping a momentary delay would create a little more distance between the two fellowships. [color=#B4C1C9]"I doubt the expedition will appreciate it if we turn up and it transpires that one of us forgot something important."[/color]