Nbox snuffled at the tower's foul odor- Hmmmm. Unpleasant, even by an orc's standards, but not lethally so. Still, it'd be best to make preparations...<br/><br/>He muttered a quick blessing under his breath, touching his holy symbol to feel its reassuring weight. Then, striding forward, axe in hand, he reached out to give the doors a push- And if that didn't work, he'd be trying his axe, next...<br/><br/>(<em>Protection From Evil</em>, then trying the door.)