"You're not at all curious about what is making this cold?" Serten asked.
"Not enough," Yrag answered. "For all we know there could be an ice monster through there making it cold."
"I think we could handle it..." Murlynd mused. "I have been saving a fireball spell..."
"Well, whatever you boys decide, at least we have this now," Terik said. He had already pried the amethyst stone from the pillar and held it up in his hand.
"Nice work," Yrag said. "Party treasure to be split later, of course."
"Of course," Terik chimed in.
What was that? Praise for prying a gem out of a wall? When he had put himself constantly at risk to find this room in the first place? Tenser fumed inwardly as he struggled to decipher the runes on the magic wand.
"We should at least see what's through here and then we can consider backtracking," Serten suggested, as a sort of compromise.
"Fine," Yrag said. "Let's form back up in our marching order. Terik, you and I will take the lead."
"I can move to the front rank," Tenser volunteered.
"Don't be foolish. Fighters in front, spell support from behind. It's how we've always done this," Yrag admonished.
"Not to mention you're still hurt," Serten added. "Do you need more healing magic?"
Tenser dismissed the offer, but fell back into the middle rank.
Murlynd retrieved his lamp-pole and fell into line.
Terik and Yrag stepped into a tunnel and fanned out to either side...