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Grampus will redouble his efforts to open the door. "Come on lads. Now that they know we're here it should be a little more fair for thepoor bastards on the other side."

Catweazle encourages his muscle to join the effort. "Sigurd! Ivar! Lend an arm, and a leg, and a back! Push! Prod! Press!"

Yes, continue opening the door.

You bash open the door into a large room, 30 feet north-south (centered on the door) and 40 feet long, There is a door opposite you on the east wall, and on the north wall, 20 feet from the west edge. There is a bed in the north-east corner, and along the south wall, a desk and chair and lit candlelabrum, as well as a small book case. Leaning back negligently in the chair is a tall man in blood-red robes. He rises to his feet as you burst in and says "Well met, adventurers. You are just what I am looking for". You notice he has a wand in his sash, available for a quick draw if necessary

Rhod takes a step to the left of the door, so the rest can come in (if they choose).

"What did you have in mind?" he asks.

Sigurd and Ivar smartly step aside, one to each side of the doorway. Catweazle, undecided, hops from leg to leg until finally settling on cowering behind Sigurd.

"Tche! Ech! Looking? Looking? Why and what for, eh? Seek you the secret of flight, also?"

Aldbane's ears perk up at the mention of pay. He moves forward "Sir Imposing, do you have some idea of where we might find such items and how much they would be worth to you? Is there one such item you value above all others?" he says.