Realizing that Nez was wonder about which entrance she took, and not the method she used, Rissle blushes up a bit, embarassedly pushing her huge, glorping gut resting on the ground about as she replied, "R-right... Ermh, I took the back entrance. It wasn't hidden though, so I guess they would barricade it too, unless they lack the materials to. Still worth giving it a shot, the wood on that door was way thinner anyways"<br/><br/>The half-dragonborn had to smirk at how Nezasit, despite her faith and eagerness to grow the cult's numbers held no qualms about gobbling up her underlings. Not that it was a bad thing after all, as Rissle would be eager to follow that precedent! There wouldn't be many willing prey in their little band of cultists left before long.<br/><br/>Hefting her girth up with a puff, the ranger would waddle over to the door with the engorged paladin, fish up the curch key, put it into the lock, and if she could turn it the right way, if it was locked, Rissle would carefully push the door open and peer inside.