Ulrich the Strong looked from Rabith the Mouse to the door and back. “You checked this for traps, yes?”
Rabith nodded, shaggy black hair shaking. “Thoroughly, yes.”
Ulrich sheathed Demon’s Bane and placed one mailled palm against the door. “I pray to the almighty Elrath, keep your servant strong and whole.” He pulled back his hand and balled both into a single, massive fist. The iron braced wooden door shivered in its frame and cracked down the middle. Before the halves hit the floor he had re-drawn the enchanted sword at his hip.
The room beyond was cloaked in inky darkness. Igthan the Wise held forth his wand. “There is danger beyond.”
Even Ulrich couldn’t restrain an eye roll. “Thanks wizard.”
He inched forward into the darkness, Demon’s Bane glowing brighter with each step. He almost stepped off of the lip of the stone floor. He drew a silver coin from the purse at his belt and tossed it to the floor in front of him. He counted for a full three seconds before he heard it strike the ground below. A low rumble followed the ringing of metal on stone. “All is well. You can join me.”
Rabith’s step was almost inaudible. If Ulrich hadn’t been travelling with him for years he may have missed it.
“Watch out for that…”
Rabith screamed as he fell.
The blackness subsided as the demonic creature below dropped his concentration to advance on the morsel now in its lair.
Ulrich smiled as he saw the little thief crouched below, both daggers drawn.
“That was a nasty trick, Ulrich.” Rabith shouted, not taking his eyes off of the creature.
“I just wanted to see if rogues were as adept at finding traps as you believed paladins to be.” He smiled and leaped out into the room below, sword point down and aimed squarely between the demon’s shoulder blades.
Ightan shook his head and readied the first of many healing spells he would need that day.