Moving cautiously through the hedge maze the whispers, distorted and unruly grew intense with every turn we made. Until at last the center came into sight, and with it a door.

    One lonely, unmoving door, hinges flowing in the breeze, it was surprisingly sturdy as Lonán ran his hand over the carved wood.

    "We'll ain't this wonderful..." He grumbled taking his hand from the door and turning to face me. "It looks like these 'Raiders' have a bit of magic under there built. Which to be honest was obvious but still... a transport door seems a bit excessive to leave out in the middle of a maze, don't ya think?"

    As that question falls from his lips a croaked, almost wheezing voice peels the air off to our right.

    "You wish f-for death..." looking over a hunch forward, cloak covered figure staggers into our view.

    "Oh do we?" The slick bounce of sarcasm lay unhidden as the cloaked figure all but vaulted to stand inches from Lonán's face. "Shit!" Pinwheeling back a bit, I lift my hand to catch him.

    "You truly are foolish little mage... your wits can only get you so far." Tilting his cloaked head, white lifeless eyes piercing through Lonán's hood sending a shiver down his spine.

    "We are here to help the people of this village. Whatever these Raiders have done it's killing them..."

    The cloaked figure nods huffing before turning its body away, a hand lifting up beside its head before a loud snap and crackling chains fall to the floor.

    "Then help them, and be quick about it." The man's quirked voice seems to all but fade as he turns and walks out the way we came.

    "Shall we?" Lonán questions a fleet to his step as he all but yanks the door open. Revealing a void of unpenatrable darkness. Holding my shield up, I step in front of him and as cautious as a suit of armor could be, I step through.