Re: Paths of the Damned - Chapter One: Ashes of Middenheim
At the sound of the door opening Lukas panicked thinking it was a double-ruse! The magic elf bewitched him to think that whilst she was downstairs, thieves were upstairs which then gave the real thieves the opportunity to ambush Pieter through the front door! He had frantically checked that indeed the pelts were where they were meant to be and drew his axe at the sound of voices.
He breathed a huge sigh of relief at the thick Kislevite accent of Fyodor (which was just as well, because moments later Fyodor's large head and shoulders popped through the opening and that really would have been embarrassingly messy if Lukas was still alert for tricksters and intruders). He placed his arms to his side as Fyodor hauled up the provisions, before deciding it would be much more polite to not look like he was ready for a fight.
"The elf...She does magic," he whispered, before adding, "I don't trust her." It was a sentence he regretted because he once heard a rumour that an elf could hear a mouse fart.
Descending the ladder with Fyodor, he gathered his composure somewhat as Pieter introduced Eponia. "Yes, Eponia was going to give us some kind of proof that she works for the Mayers weren't you." Lukas may have sounded confident, but he really didn't feel it. If anything he felt a bit foolish but his conviction that someone tonight was going to rob the place made him very wary indeed.