Narrhil watches the ropes and the door to he kitchen, making sure none surprises him.

He moves through the centre of the temple to the east wall, making sure none could spy him from the kitchen. He moves slowly to the kitchen door listening for any danger.

He carefully looks into the temple, through one of the nearest holes in the door way.

Narrhil hesitates, 'bandits, villains or future allies,' he ponders. He pulled his wand out and enters the light of his static, blue glowing domed spell. He moves across till he was south of the door. Moving close to the door, to listen for any converse or other sound from the heavy clad men.

He moves slowly and carefully, each footstep taking three of four heartbeats to make; so he can make as little noise as possible.

[How is the weather, windy?, slight snow?]

Narrhil presumes it a dead horse or cow. He moves around it, using his axe like a machete or a walking stick, depending on its needs.

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[Did they look like primitives, or more advanced like blonde-haired Vikings?]

Narrhil curses that he has left his haven unguarded, 'and what of the worm and Tillak, are they fine?' he muses. He moves closer for a better look, trying to use trees and foliage to hide behind and dim the icicle.

[So, plan is to try from the gate, to go SE, I think the path might go in that direction]

[oops forgot, yes: icicle.]

Narrhil moves forward as quiet as he can, using any foliage to hide behind, or at least put in front of him as a barrier, toward the source of the smell.

 

[lol, nowhere near Glasgow? ]

Narrhil moves back to the open gate, to examine the area.