Kelk and the rest of the party approached the gate.  "Dead men walking," one of the guards said in a hurried burp of furtive syllables.  Gold clinked into the hands of the guards at the table, papers were stamped.  Boots shuffled on the cobblestone ground.  Papers were checked by another guard who emerged from a gatehouse.<br/><br/>"Good hunting," were his only words.  "Gatekeepers!" he shouted.  Two boys, looking to be in their middle teens, emerged from the gatehouse, and took their place at two wheels.  The wheels began to turn, and the gate slowly rolled aside until a three-foot opening was exposed.  "You may enter now, and may Torm guide your blades," the older guard intoned.<br/>