Turin quickly makes his way under the portcullis. "Let's make our escape, shall we?" He drags the gondola behind him, and as soon as both he and Metaclock are on the safe side of the portcullis he boards the vessel.

"Did you hear that explosion just now? It sounded like it came from aboveground... somewhere inside of your establishment. Perhaps we should save this dungeon crawl for another time and see what's causing the ruckus upstairs?" He mutters, "In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea for us to leave the bar entirely unattended..."