[Now was not the time nor the place to compare the levels of technology they were respectively used to, that much was clear. The pounding of Hythlodaeus' heart beat in time with the quickened pace of the footsteps in the distance. He was a bit distracted, peering into the mist, trying to focus his eyes that had been reduced to what he could only assume was layman's sight.]
...Right!
[Snapping out of his focused vigil, he held his arm steady, trying not to shiver from the wet cold that draped itself over them. As soon as he heard the telling click of the lock and saw it drop from the chains, he used his free arm to help Faramir unwind the chain from where it was looped around the bars of the gate. Freeing the entire length of it wasn't necessary - they had only to loosen it enough to accommodate their width and they could shimmy through sideways to save time. Hythlodaeus had height to him, but he wasn't gifted with the bulk of muscle. He just had to duck under the chain in order to slip through, holding his robes up so that he might not trip over them and make a fool of himself.]
Hah... the light of civilization glows in this direction. At least, I very well hope it's civilization and not the burning lanterns of an impassioned mob!
[Tugging Faramir's wrist, he makes off towards the hopeful gleam of Bavan, not knowing how they would be received, or who would be receiving them. For a mercy, the gravekeeper was far too large to fit through the gap they had made in the gate, so when he would happen upon their exit, he would be stalled by unwinding the rest of the chain.]
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...Right!
[Snapping out of his focused vigil, he held his arm steady, trying not to shiver from the wet cold that draped itself over them. As soon as he heard the telling click of the lock and saw it drop from the chains, he used his free arm to help Faramir unwind the chain from where it was looped around the bars of the gate. Freeing the entire length of it wasn't necessary - they had only to loosen it enough to accommodate their width and they could shimmy through sideways to save time. Hythlodaeus had height to him, but he wasn't gifted with the bulk of muscle. He just had to duck under the chain in order to slip through, holding his robes up so that he might not trip over them and make a fool of himself.]
Hah... the light of civilization glows in this direction. At least, I very well hope it's civilization and not the burning lanterns of an impassioned mob!
[Tugging Faramir's wrist, he makes off towards the hopeful gleam of Bavan, not knowing how they would be received, or who would be receiving them. For a mercy, the gravekeeper was far too large to fit through the gap they had made in the gate, so when he would happen upon their exit, he would be stalled by unwinding the rest of the chain.]