With a nod Devanar departed, and Lyrna moved off with the troop of guards into her own housing in Lundeth.
Maglu'glath and Agnak were lead into one of the domes. The large entrance gate that was let into one side of the dome facing the village center was shut, and only a small heavily barred man-door was open. Behind it to both sides was a guard station. The inside of the dome was a circular arrangement: A wide paved hallway led from the gate straight into the center of the dome, which was a wide open area and an apparent indoor market place. On the circumference were shops, a few entrance doors, and above them in a second layer apparently apartments with windows facing the market place. It was conceivable that at least the ground floor also housed appartments behind the front of the shops, due to the length of the radial hallway into the dome.
The ceiling was quite spectacularly covered with the apparent illusion of a clear blue evening sky, and there was even an illusory sun going down.
The sergeant grinned at the two guests.
'Yeah, someone paid a lot for this. This town is a fortress, but with amenities.'
He lead them across the open space towards what was apparently an Inn. It had to be noted that while the center of the dome was a market place, all doors facing it were rather heavy and had thick bolts on the inside. The Sergeant entered into the gloom of the Inn, and waved at the barkeep. The inn was fairly populated, since the impending curfew left the inhabitants of Lundeth locked indoors. The half-orc barkeep approached them, and the Sergeant adressed him.
'Aye, Grunbold, we be needin' two rooms for these here guests. Lodging and food are on us, drinks...' he added with a sidelong look at Agnak's bulk - and possible alcohol ingestion ability - '... are their own pleasure. They be working to unravel the mysteries of these strange times, so the Captain says to treat them well.'
The barkeep Grunbold nodded.
'Ye be carryin' no luggage? Never mind, never mind... Iffn' ye be wantin' food I can bring it to yer rooms or ye cin haeve it herre. The bathouse, iffn ye need it, be across the yard, outside.'
The two were then left to their own devices by the Sergeant, and could spend the remainder of the evening as they wished. The rooms were on the ground floor in the back of the Inn, and not large by any standards (even though Agnak did get one with a larger bed). They obviously had no windows and were only candle-lit. Furnishing was basic, with a bed, a chest, and a chair and tiny table cramped into the small space.
Nothing happened for a long time, but it was quite impossible to tell just how long without the aid of an hourglass or some other means. The walls seemed thick and no sounds reached their ears. However, after what seemed like most of the night, there were knocks on each door.
It was Devanar, and he looked worried.
'I'd say good morning, normally, but I doubt it'll be good,' he said. 'The undead did not show, even though we waited all night. It's dawning now, so they won't come anymore, I guess. Instead, there's something else, and only the gods know why.' he frowned and broke off, and looked from one to the other.
'But whatever the reason, a thrice damned band of DEMONS is approaching the town.'