Ghaazalah nods slowly at Wren's suggestion. "I'm with the little bird on this one. She's thinkin' again when the rest of us ought to be. We<em>may</em>have made hash of those other four wights, but five-hundred isn't buyin' enough of my time to clean out a<em>nest</em>of a score or<em>more</em>." She glances around. "No offense to the<em>rest</em>of you, but as well as that went, we<em>didn't</em>come out wholly unscathed, and I mislike the odds of us takin' them in a straight-up fight, even<em>with</em>the door for bottleneck."<br/><br/>The tiefling smirks faintly. "...And yeah, that's with or<em>without</em>'big boom'.<em>I</em>say we talk to the Watch, have'em call out the fire-guard, roll in a few barrels of oil, light up and sift the ashes<em>later</em>." Her red gaze flicks to Voloke. "We<em>breach</em>...Get stuck in there with them, surrounded, backs to a wall, no way to shift in<em>or</em>out if they manage to push us back from the door...And any of<em>us</em>who go down become one of them faster than you can gut a goblin." The tiefling spits into the rank water, "Wights aren't zombies, jacks an' lasses. They aren't<em>smart</em>, but they aren't<em>stupid</em>. They<em>will</em>try buryin' us in bodies. They<em>will</em>try cuttin' any retreat.<em>No</em>bloody thank you."<br/><br/>"For my money, we maybe shank that latch, or wedge the door from this side with a knife or two, head back, and report in. If the Captain says 'you caught it, you clean it,' then we mug summat knows the inside of the Bloody Fist, have a little<em>talk</em>with'm and see if we can't figure out what sort of room might be on the far side of the door. Either way, holy water and hot oil is<em>my</em>choice of medicine for something like<em>this</em>."