You are standing in his shop. "Good morning! Here is your axe!" You accept the newly improved axe, and look for the door back for breakfast. "Oh, need back in? I will let you in this time, but next time remember, once you leave that's it till you pay for another stay."
"Oh...uhhh, that's OK. I don't want to push my luck, I'll just chill out here. Got any food?" Berz pulls out a couple of silver and rubs them together. "I'll pay, of course." He also takes his axe back with gratitude and stores it away in his gloves.
"That's fine. Cheese'll do." Berz flips Brax the coins. "However much that'll buy. Or more, if it doesn't buy enough." Berz sits down outside the portal and commences eating.
Hort stands up out of his bed and yawns. "Good morning" Hort puts on the chainshirt then gathers her stuff that she had put in the chest. "Here's hoping you all slept as well as I did. I'm going to be waiting out there." Hort then walks to the exit.
Rantic awakens and grudgingly dresses himself. He silently sits at the table, eats a bit and sighs. "Another day, then," he says to no one in particular and walks out of the luxury.
Torma wakes up last, surprised to have slept in so long. He immediatly checks that his armor and swords are still there; happy to see nothing's missing, he dresses up, grabs a bit of food from the table and puts it in one of his bags containing dried mushrooms. He then leaves and joins the others.
"Yes, yes! That sounds like a good plan to me. I believe there are a few doors we haven't checked out on this floor yet. Where did our map go?"
"You mean you don't remember?" Rantic frowns disaprovingly. "I suggest we try the door to the northeast of the 'Diggle room' as it's been called. There's also the door opposite where we entered still."
"Same deal as last time everyone. Another 5x5 in front of the door. Should we handle this one the same way?"
Torma looks around and sees the previous pit covered with a door. " Yeah that seems like a fine idea. Let's dismount the door south of here." He looks at Berz " You give me a hand with this ?"
Rantic Dragore leans against some wall and sighs. "Well... if there's absolutely no one else I suppose I could give you... a hand... with the door. Bah." He then reluctantly walks to the doorframe and looks at Torma.