Codin tore off the tarp and sat up in the wagon, staring shocked at the wake of Fizzbiscuits destruction.
"Huh." Nodded the warrior. "Not bad."
"Thanks." Smiled the mage.
The dwarf slid out of the cart giving the gnome same reaction.
"Hmm. Good work, little one." He chuckled.
Though, there was no time to wait, as the thundering of footsteps through the passageways few louder and louder.
"Umm, should we perhaps tend to this, for a second?" Asked Hwinion, pointing nervously to the door.
"Sounds wise to me." Replied Fizzbiscuit, hopping off the wagon and walking over to the group, still admiring his handy work.
"Right, Hwinion, help me move this wagon to the door, quick!" Ordered Codin, springing into action immediately. The two ran over to the wooden cart and began to push with all their strength.
"Come on, faster! Put your back into it!" Yelled Belmin, drawing his warhammer.
"Why don't you shut up and help!" Panted Codin.

Down the main passage, Ramley and his men were busy running up towards the storehouse with weapons drawn and at the back of the band of Stoneraven goons leading them forward.
"Sergeant?" Panted one of his men.
"Cooper?" Replied Ramley, heaving his sword and shield by his side. The clink of armour and thump heavy footfall echoed throughout the stone tunnel, reverberating around the entire hideout.
"D'you reckon that was the signal?" Asked the private.
"I don't know, mate. It seems a bit early, and that Tavers is nothing if he isn't punctual." Smiled Ramley.
"So you reckon it's the four volunteers?"
"Probably."
"Well sergeant, I hope they can all handle themselves." Stated the young guard, gesturing to the group of bandits just ahead of them.
"You won't have to worry about that, kid. They seem tough enough to bring down a dragon, in my eyes."

"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods!" Panicked Fizzbiscuit as his other companions piled the wagon upright against the door.
"Fizzbiscuit, calm down!" Yelled Codin, stepping back from the barred door and drawing his sword. The ring of steel against scabbard echoed throughout the circular room.
"Don't worry boys, Travers and his lads will be dropping by any moment, mark my word." Stated the mountaineer. His reassuring statement was followed suddenly by a loud crash and the jump of the door. All four adventurers jumped where they stood.
Hwinion looked at the dwarf with disdain.
"Does that sound much like Travers to you, Belmin?" He asked sarcastically.
"Come out and face your deaths like a man!" Yelled a muffled voice through the other side of the door.
"Not particularly." Belmin laughed nervously. The door jumped again. An even bigger crash echoed throughout the storehouse. Codin raised his shield, Hwinion knocked an arrow, Belmin held his hammer aloft and Fizzbiscuit charged up a blazing fireball.
"Ready, gents, stand fast..."

Cries and yells were heard outside. One final crash sounded. The door stayed put. They waited in silence for a dozen seconds, hearts pounding with beads of sweat rolling down their brows.
"Mr Brackbyrne?" Came a panting voice through the door.
"Yes?" Replied Codin, obviously confused.
"It's me, Sergeant Ramley. You're all good, come on out."

Fizzbuscuit let out a sigh of relief. Belmin burst out laughing.
"What were you saying again, elf?" Obnoxiously laughed the dwarf.
The wagon was removed and the Southshore guards pored into the storehouse, revealing what had befallen the Stoneravens. All bandits lay dead on the floor, with blood pooling all around.
"Sergeant." Nodded Codin, sheathing his longsword.
"Codin." Ramley nodded back. The surrounding area was cleared of hostiles soon after and the whole group gathered in the middle of the storehouse. Their intelligence was then pooled on the floor in the middle of the group.
"Half a dozen dossiers and pay slips. Random documents and letters with no names, that's all I got sergeant." Stated one bearded Southshore corporal, who threw the pile of documents down at Ramley's feet.
"Good. Corporal Galloway?"
"A canny bit of gold, but nothing that interestin'" Replied the Corporal, tossing a small coin purse into the pile.
"So no live prisoners?" Asked the Sergeant. No reply. Suddenly the captain and his detachment came charging down the passageway outside, yelling and shouting.
"Ramley?! Codin?!" Yelled the captain, blood staining his battle axe.
"In here, sir!" Replied the sergeant. The other guards ran inside, to find their comrades kneeling down unharmed and triumphant.
"Sergeant..." Panted Tavers.
"Sir." Smiled Ramley.
Suddenly, the brute in the corner awoke to a gasp, surrounded in crushed shelf. The four adventurers looked back to the guards, all bearing wide grins.
"There's your live prisoner, sergeant." Smiled the elf Hunter.