This Edwarg fellow seemed like an alright sort. Easy going and jovial, and not too judgemental. A shame he was misusing the wood, but once more, Jack shoved that thought into a dark hole. It was nice having somebody on their good side. (He silently cursed inwardly about sticking his foot in things about fire once before already.)
While he was dispensing pancakes and accepting a shot of coffee into one of his jars to drink it from, Jack overheard a clank from the other side of the locked gate. Acting on impulse more than anything, he whipped around to face the gate, his single eye bulging in the dark and a hand firmly grasped 'round the haft of the frost staff slung over his shoulder.
What 'as that!?
He couldnt sense any danger from behind the gate, but he remembered that he couldn't sense a whole lot of ANYTHING inside that tower, which is one of the many reasons he detested the unnatural thing with a purple passion. The LAST thing he wanted to meet was another whirling blade of doom in the dark out here.
"Calm down old timer--" soothed the red-haired orc gentleman, putting a large, warm hand on the old hobo's shoulder. "It's just the mage girl, stuck behind the gate."
Of all the places she could have gotten off to, "Behind the gate" was not a place he would have considered.
Wull, what' she doin' BACK 'ERE!? Keen she git back out?
"She tried to teleport the gate out of the way." said Linea, somewhat between sympathy, disdain, and 'matter-of-fact'. "Now she's stuck in there until her amulet recharges. Whoever made that gate must have warded it. It's resisted heat that should have melted a hole in it."
Jack looked at the gate more closely, and saw superficial sooting and other signs of intense heat being applied to it, but no real sign of any structural damage of any kind.
He stroked his beard-- Trying to teleport it off its hinges was a clever idea.. too bad it hadn't worked.
She gon' be alright in 'dere? uh REAALLY dun like is 'ere tow'r-- all big an' gaudy an' unnatural.... His voice trailed off into muttered profanities concerning male genitals and marital aids, amongst other unmentionable epithets. Edwarg interrupted his muttered festering tirade with a squeeze on the shoulder.
"She'll be fine. We just have to wait it out."
I hope yer right... huffed Jack, returning back to the conversation at hand. Can we slip anthin' through the bars a' least? She' prolly hungry in 'dere---
"Ed passed her some coffee just before you showed up, so I suppose you can." Said Linea, huddling her knees closer to her with a coffee cup stuck between them, as she wrapped her clothing tighter around her, and hunkered near the fire.
Jack nodded, and let go of the staff behind his back, then walked up to the gate slowly, taking the menacing iron work in with all his senses. Linea had mentioned a barrier along with the gate, and if the scorch marks on the ground (that conspicuously were not on the gate) were any indication, she was right. Who knows what that fool of a wizard had this thing rigged up to do-- Jack did not like it at all, and approached it like it was an angry beast stricken with distemper.
Ya Alright girl?! I got's some pancakes ifn' yer hungry---