Working our way through the rooms that remained, we found a lock rigged with lightning that swallowed one of our keys in a crack and a flash, and a set of shelves that proved to be no shelves at all but a bookcase that turned upon itself, hiding a bugbear guard room behind it. Josian (the goblin, you'll recall) picked that door open with a pair of tweezers and a jeweller's glass, delicate as you like. Then the guards were on us. Horton gave himself over to the rage that resides in him, Josian landed a blow luckier than he had any right to, and Missenbar struck one so true it near cut the creature in half, and down went both bugbears.
Pinned to the wall behind the guards' table we found a thing to make us all go quiet: a wanted poster bearing the face of Sergeant Suminar Malati (the very officer of the Royal Assurance who had set us upon our murder investigation in the first place). These criminals wanted the sergeant dead. There, too, Josian was at last reunited with her sister Vicaros. And in a cell beyond we found a blind, grey-skinned thing from the deep places, half a head taller than Horton and twice as grim, which we were obliged to put down. There, with a locked door and the dark beyond it still to face, I'll rest my voice until next we gather.
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