Silas shook his head. "They're waiting for us in there. Here, we might surprise anyone on duty. Or if Blackerly has been lining his pockets, then it might be empty. Either way, the jig is up.

Feel free to help her with the door, if you think you can take it down."

Glancing back over his shoulder, Silas looked to the tower where the Captain supposedly lived, watching for fireballs or lightning bolts, or whatever wizard-types were doing these days.

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Perception: (1d20+4)[7]