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Tortetarte Crosses back to the other side of the broken bridge, and heads to meet up with the 4 who stayed at the cart.
That is fair.

Tortetarte gives a semblance of a bow (no hips), and turns to walk back to the bridge to meet up with the two who stayed back with the caravan guards.
Tortetarte says a small prayer under his breath for the loss of one so young. "I would not consider looting a viable option in most cases sir...mercenary?""However, I would be more than willing to assist you in burial, or any last rites your benefactor may have preferred."

Looking to Marcon and Anchor, "Theren and I will need a breather before we attempt any daring rescues. But I am more than willing to continue to assist the town...as best we can."
Tortetarte eyeing the 'dead' woman. "I am Tortetarte, though my abilities meager at the moment,and although the question akward I must ask it, is your friend truly gone from this world? We may be able to help if she is not."
Tortetarte waves
Tortetarte eyes Marcon and Anchor and says, "shall we announce our presence, or just saunter in?"
Taking small interest in the bell, Tortetarte says a prayer for the owner of the belongings, and moves on. Tortetarte continues on as well staying behind Marcon and readying a spell. (It has been a rough day so far, Tortetarte is ready to Bless himself, Marcon, and Anchor)
Tortetarte catches Anchor's meaning "Trust me friend, I've been taking too many naps this adventure". Tortetarte still follows behind Anchor, and seeing the gatehouse empty, inspects the food to see if it indicates how long it's been sitting out. He also rummages through the footlockers for any mementos.



Tortertart grabs the very obvious handle on the Guard House Door, and pulls on it, if that doesn't work, he then pushes really hard.
Tortetarte comes to his senses and gets off the ground, brushes off his knees, and dabs at his tender skull. ‘That’s going to smart later’

“Well Marcon, it looks like we must be the ones who knock”

Tortetarte walks to the gate house door, and slams his shield aggressively against the door.
He then goes into a guarding stance... just in case
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