The man turned and spoke with his fellows again as Lars talked with the blind man.
The blind man smiled broadly as he said, "You are going to go down. That will be wonderful. I am going to pay three silver to you all for the effort as promised."
He pulled out a worn leather bag and begin to count out various coins. Lars saw one silver coin and a bunch of brass coins being counted out.
"If you insist of going down there, perhaps we might accompany you," says the Tilean. "You say that you were a member of the wizard company we seek? Where did the others go and why are you not with them?"
The dwarf guard looks around at the gate warden who puffs out his chest and makes a quick signal. Instantly, all the dwarfs raise their weapons in a combative position. The one holding the elf's weapons drop them onto the ground as he also takes a combative position. The dwarf with Thrang's weapons carefully places them down before readying himself.
"Elgi," says the dwarf. "I've no idea what treachery you think you can do with your hands bound in the front but know that we can kill you now if that is our intent. Hands behind or die."
The dwarf's tone was even. He wasn't worked up in the least and spoke matter of factly. Bel-Kabal did notice that his left hand was raised above his head now and realized that this was probably a signal to the bowmen on the walls above.
Thrang, meanwhile, was sitting at the table with the longbeard and was unaware of this new turn of events.
"Name, clan, occupation, business here..." the dwarf rattled off as he began striking a quill across the pages of a book.
Thrang glanced down at the book and could see that a number of names were recorded on the pages. It appeared to be a guest log of anyone who had visited the hold. The last entries detailed Mordrin the faithless and Yarick, slayer of Karak Kadrin - Miner, written in ink.