Tae'loren felt as though he was abandoning and betraying the mages as he and Ae'oleth sped swiftly and silently through the shadowy corridors. There were at least two patrols that the hunters had avoided, which had altered their patrol path to investigate the disturbance caused by the spells being cast by the mages. He wanted to stop, to intercept the patrols and keep the mages, to keep Elariel, safe, but he knew he couldn't, that reaching the small barracks within the temple was equally as important. After several minutes Ae'oleth stopped his brethren. “It is here. Most of the patrols will be out, though there will still be more than a dozen or so warriors inside.” Tae'loren nodded, taking a breath as Ae'oleth opened the door slowly, as a fellow guard would, as to not raise suspicion.<br/><br/>The ploy worked, even as Ae'oleth entered the barracks, at least for the first few moments, then the guards inside, sixteen total, were rising to engage the duo. Grouped together as they were, and outnumbering the duo, the engagement could have ended badly, but Ae'oleth produced several canisters which he promptly hurled at the ground underneath the guards. The canisters began to hiss and the guards began to cough, and after a few moments more they began to collapse to the ground. Tae'loren was alarmed, beginning to rush to those he considered his brethren. Ae'oleth stopped him briefly, smiling. “Gnomish sleeping fumes.” Tae'loren shared in that smile as Ae'oleth produced the miniature doorway he'd show his fellow hunter earlier. Setting it on the ground he spoke the words instructed by the gnome mage, and soon the tiny doorway rose and extended to a full-sized door. Opening it would reveal the infirmary at Wildhammer Stronghold, several dwarves waiting on the other side. With a wave of his hand they began to file through, grasping at any the first body nearest them.<br/><br/>Tae'loren was already moving back toward the entrance when Ae'oleth called after him, “Be swift, brother; the door will not remain open for more than ten minutes.” Tae'loren nodded, and swiftly began to charge down the corridor, still remaining silent and in the shadows; no sense bringing more trouble to the mages. Turning a corner he got a look at the patrols pounding at the door, thankfully reinforced by Solarius' magic. They were fel creatures, low ranks, and soon were easily slain by the hunter. He didn't waste time with parries or posturing, resorting instead to quick dismemberment and hard, fatal thrusts; after all, they were not the ones he was trying to rescue. After dealing with the four fel creatures he pounded on the door and shouted to the mages inside, “Quickly! Grab the still-living injured and open up!”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>