Bengar, trying to keep his fear at bay, regards the stone buildings. Not built by Dwarven hands, to be sure. Not in this infernal place, at any rate. Somebody give me something with a blade on it, would ya?
Bengar sighs in relief at Erwin's healing touch. He nods silently in acknowledgment. He's now back up to full hit points. The dwarf, now being of sound body, begins to realize just how completely of sound mind he isn't. He looks up and down the path the party came from, then along the other path, th...
Bengar looks around wildly. This doesn't look the same as last time I was here , he says, almost in a whimper. The dwarf perks up at the sight of some break in the monotony, only to be crushed by the apparent sameness of the intersecting road. He slumps to the cobblestones, resting on his backside, ...
I'll investigate, but I ain't touchin' it! the dwarf offers. He'll advance, all thief-like. After the day he's had, the very sight of a woman trapped in a mirror just doesn't phase him.
Bengar - dwarf thief standing at the door with his pick in his hand Bengar notices his new companions' general retreat from the castle. Deducing that the plan has changed somehow, he carefully places his pick, along with the rest of his thieving tools, back among his pouches and pockets, and retrea...
Bengar, unaware that his new friends have escaped, decides against pounding on the door. Instead, he will slowly, methodically evaluate the wall to determine how easily he could climb it. He'll scratch his chin as he looks up, as if waiting for someone to interrupt him.
Bengar - dwarf thief Bengar looks expectantly at Moonglimmer and then Bizenghast. At the mention of the word "unlocked," his face brightens. I'll see if it's unlocked! I can pick the lock if need be. The dwarf advances toward the door, watching out for dogs, or bees, or dogs who shoot bees out of t...