"They're coming! The adventurers are coming!!"
"How the hells did they get past the traps!!"
"Flame take you, man, how the hells would I know that? The traps were useless!!"
"Hey, help me move this bench! We have to barricade the doors!!"
Tycondrius had dropped down into the room from one of the many ventilation pipes. Assuming his human form, he sat patiently on a chair in the corner, watching. There were... eight men and women panicking, barricading their only reasonable path to escape.
What was their plan? What if the barricade worked and he actually was on the other side of the door. They'd have to leave, eventually.
A larger gentleman approached him, "Hey you! Blood-cloak guy! Don't just sit there! We're under attack!!"
"Yes," Tycon smiled politely. He unsheathed his sword and drew a neat line across the man's eyes, "By me."
