As you crack open the door, you start at the feeling of being watched, then realize how silly that is, knowing the gazes are only those from the pictures. As you walk in, you feel a sense of awe race through you. Here were people who fought for what they believed in, and died for their cause. As you wander around the room, looking at various portraits, you stop to read the captions. (However, some people's eyes make take a bit to adjust to the lighting)
The ill-fated couple, Silvara and Gilthanas.
Riverwind and Goldmoon.
One of the mightiest heros of the War of the Lance, Sturm Brightblade, on the day of his death, with the Golden General, Laurana, beside him.
The mighty mage, Raistlin, and the Lady Chrysania.
Suddenly, you hear a noise behind you, and just as you turn, Tas slams into you, knocking you to the floor. Over your head, a ball of Wizards's fire screams. Tas looks at you, then looks up at the picture of Raistlin. "You know, people say he haunts this gallery. If he does, I don't think he likes you." You look up into the dark mage's eyes, and they seem to have a sparkle, but you blink, and it is gone. Shrugging, you get to your feet and continue looking at the portraits.
Sturm Brightblade, Hero of the Lance.
The ill-fated Brothers Majere.
Another Hero of the Lance, Tasslehoff Burrfoot.
The reverent silence around you is broken when you hear an unearthly screech behind you, "HEY!! That's me!!" Turning, you see the kender Tas, jumping up and down excitedly, pointing to his portrait on the wall. Smiling, you nod, acknowleging the kenders astute powers of observation. You had almost forgotten he was there! There are more hangings on the walls, but they are covered over in dark cloths. As you start to lift one to peer underneath, Tas snatches your hand away with a smile, and says, "Allegra says we can't see those yet. They aren't ready yet!" He looks around, and says the most dangerous words in history. "I'm bored. What shall we do now?"
