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Uncertain of the cause of the smell, Narrhil is forced to continue his search, he awaits Kéet's and Tillak's opinions.

[BTW: Eakratz is on holiday at present]

"Perhaps we still need a form of key to activate portal?" Narrhil was perplexed.

"The witch said the priest had the key, now perhaps the sorcerer has taken it, so he can come and go, how does she expect us to enter the portal without a key, there must be another hidden in these parts, if not lost for eternity in the Abyss?" queries the cryomancer. "Perhaps we can only wait for the portal to open and rush through, or ambush the sorcerer, but he must be too powerful for us, or he would have been vanquished by now!"

Narrhil nodded at Kéet, still pondering their predicament, I could do with relearning some of my spells, if we are going to encounter hostilities, but I would need another night's rest!"

"We have the magical bowl of broth/stew and we could secure this area, we have light and determination?" it was a part question, he still mourned the lost of Votin, and gripped the man's battle axe tightly, he was in no mood for any form of combat at present but if he must, he wanted to make sure he was capable.

[Difficult, to ambush them, it best we are in same chamber, but if smoke is uncomfortable, it best we move to the wine cellar?]