Stuck in the Middle With You

[Brian]

The guards look slightly resentful, but open the door for you.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn blinks.  "The door isn't barred?" he asks, his tone surprised.  "Has anyone else been in here?"

[Brian]

"No, of course not," one of the guards answers.  "How would we bar it from the outside?  But none have been allowed in since the battle."

[Rezantis]

Nathan nods to the guards and steps inside.

[Bjorn]

"I meant..." Bjorn stops, and shakes his head, trying to dislodge his exhaustion.  "Thank you.  As you were."  With that, he steps into the room after Nathan.

[Brian]

The room is appointed in an identical manner to Mirallia's.  Or Liandral's, or Phil's old room.  It looks much more lived in, though.

Dorian's got a thick stack of papers on top of his writing desk, the table is strewn with a careful arrangement of bow-strings, fletchings, arrow-heads, and bars of what look like beeswax.  There's a small flask of some dark substance (probably ink, or oil -- it's almost entirely black, but a little purple, too).

There's also a footlocker in the bedchamber, which looks like it's being used as a closet -- all of Dorian's clothes are laid out on it.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn makes his way over to the writing desk, and carefully begins leafing through the stack of documents.

[Brian]

Apparently Elves have their own language, because it's not the pictograms you've become used to being able to read.  It's some other character set that uses actual letters, of some kind.  They're swirly and swooshy, and look kind of neat.

Unfortunately, they don't mean a whole lot to you.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn snarls to himself in irritation, but puts down the paper.  Pausing briefly to open the flask and sniff at it, attempting to determine its contents, he then strides over to open the footlocker, and search through its contents.

[Brian]

It's oil, alright.

And the footlocker is (unsurprisingly) locked.

[Rezantis]

Rez picks up one of the arrowheads and examines it.

"Bjorn, did anyone end up retrieving the arrows that were pulled out of the lorekeepers?"

[Bjorn]

"No," Bjorn says, distractedly, "not as far as I know.  Odds are they vanished, though."

As he speaks, he bends down to examine the hinges and lock mount of the footlockers, trying to see if it would be possible to remove the lid without worrying about the lock.

[Rezantis]

Rez puts the arrowhead back down on the desk.  "Alec, sorry to ask this, but could I ask you to wait outside? I need to speak to Bjorn privately for a minute."

[Brian]

The arrowhead on the desk was merely iron, and none of the fletchings look like silver -- the ones Dorian had fired were supposedly silver, though.  Phil and Ginrai each got stuck with them, though, and might remember better.

Alec nods, and waits outside with the guards.

Bjorn examines the chest for weaknesses.  It's not particularly well made, though the lock seems to be a part of the front.  Likely the wood containing that lock could be smashed apart easily, and if not, the hinges are leather.  Cutting through them would be the work of minutes, at most.

[Bjorn]

"Do you have a knife?" Bjorn asks, somewhat absently.