"What do we do now?" Kase asked.
"Edwin gave me the password for the rendezvous." Colin cleared his throat and knocked on the cellar door.
Just as he was about to say the password, he remembered that it was a bit...
"Password."
A voice came from within the cellar.
"You need a password? Can't you tell we're on the same side?" Colin said.
"So unprofessional. The password is 'Shove the long loaf into the hot oven,' and I'm supposed to reply with 'Thrust the hairy broom into the black chimney.' That's how you get the door open!"
'That was close,' Colin thought, relieved. 'I almost had to say that stupid password.'
The cellar door opened from the inside, and the Wandering Poet continued, "Forget it. If it weren't for the fact that weirdos traveling with a Half-Orc and a Half-Demon are basically unheard of around here, I never would have opened up! Alright, get in, quick."
Colin, Kase, and the others then entered the cellar.
