The boy merely shrugged in response to Ronin’s question. He ducked down out of view before returning and pitching a rope ladder down. Ronin thought it odd, but climbed the ladder anyway. Once he joined the elven boy at the top of the wall, Ronin saw the village of Twiddledale. His anxiety rose as he saw and heard almost nothing to indicate people were around, other than the boy on the wall with him. Ronin went down the stairs as the other boy pulled the rope ladder back up the wall. As he walked down the stairs Ronin saw another boy about the same age as himself and the other, leaning a staff on his shoulder.
As he reached the bottom of the steps, Ronin was about to introduce himself when he heard someone come running over. Ronin placed his hand on his sword, as he turned to see who it was. A girl, again about the same age as everyone else came sprinting down the road. She came to a stop, panting, just after the elven boy from the wall joined them.
“Dakin” she said to the second boy, panting a little. “I found Dorn” she continued between breaths. “I mean his body. Um…he’s dead. I..I…Autry’s dead too. And…”
She turned and looked at Ronin, seemingly noticing him for the first time.
“Were you the one yelling.” She asked. “What I mean is who are you?”
Ronin was distracted by what the girl had said. People were dead? And their bodies were here. This was different than Llorkh then, maybe Sir Erikson was among the dead?
Ronin snapped back to reality.
“Uh.. my name is Ronin. I came here with a man, Sir Erikson, I’m his squire. We got separated just a few miles up the road, he told me to meet him here before he told me to hide.”
Ronin looked back to the gate, a large wooden beam was locking it closed. That was what had kept them from opening the main gate and it looked to need several grown men to move it. Ronin didn’t want to leave Amorachus outside the wall, he was very important now. He’d need him to get back to Waterdeep.
“Is there anyone who can help to open the gate? I don’t want to leave Amorachus out there.”