Although ostensibly a warrior, Margog had a number of less savoury sidelines in apothecary, larceny and more interestingly creative explosives. It was this particular talent that Freemonte was thinking about right now, as he crept foot by foot down this tiny pathway. If only he were here with his bag of powders and potions, Freemonte would have no worries as to how they were going destroy the keystone. Surely Blast 20 or one of the other Dwarven explosives would do the trick without much ado.
Ahead of him, the green-skins under the dubious leadership of Danz the orc seemed blissfully unworried by the question of what to do when they reached the bridge. He expected that they were simply planning to beat the Keystone until it exploded. Freemonte knew that there could be no more pauses, the
