The nearest entrance, and dozens appear intact or shattered by that far off event, looms near. The dwarf does a bolt, a memorable one, but the fairy is hot on his heals as an entrance twelve feet and four foot high rises over them both.
The gods turn from one to the other, wondering, is this a race?
As he finally catches up with Fungal, Jarro drops onto the Dwarf's shoulder and hisses in his ear, "Let's stop here just inside the entrance and wait for Lando and Darren to catch up with us before we move on! I don't know about you but I don't think the two of us will be able to take on these orc raiders without a little help at least."
Darren, quickly realising what Fungal and Jarro were up to, leaps after them and is only a dozen or so yards behind as they reach the nearest entrance to Thundersun Castle. As he crosses the threshold, his Roguish instincts kick in and he melts into the nearest shadow as he silently draws his Short Sword. His senses are alert to any sight, sound or smell that might indicate danger.
Darren stands poised in the shadows, his short sword at the ready... He grins and nods appreciatively to Jarro and then strains his senses for any indication of danger in the entrance to to Thundersun Castle, ready for what may lurk within.