Phaeral slipped past Gothrom, no mean feat in the narrow doorway. There were several deep axe cuts in the doorjamb, so that would have to be replaced as well, but the hovel was not a complicated structure, either. Even Phaeral, who had no experience with such things, could see how it could be done.
When he got inside the hut, he winced a little. There was nothing particularly suspicious inside. Perhaps they had overreacted somewhat. But at the same time, watching Gothrom chop down that door had felt strangely satisfying.
“Well, let me look around for secret notes or a giant bag of gold hidden under his bedroll or something.”
He began to search.