They watched as smoke came out of the door, the flames coming through glistening in their grey, soulless eyes. Eagerly they waited outside, waiting for a move to be made that would put an end to the stalemate and give them the opportunity to move.

As the fire continued to eat at and blacken the door, the group was soon reunited with the Inferi that had jumped over the side of the cliff moments ago. Their bones were charred, some how without fingers, their anger fueled even more. But they also waited. Time was irrelevant to them. They would wait all night if they had to.

Sudden sounds of water hitting against the door, slowly but surely extinguishing the fire, caught their attention. All heads were focused on the door, their skeletal bodies getting ready to strike when it was least expected...

And then they all simultaneously lunged forward like a wrecking ball, bursting through the weakened door. They were in.

One by one, the Inferi began to spread out, threateningly slashing their claw-like hands at anyone who was within reach. Some where already twisting and contorting their bodies in anticipation of flames being sent their way. All eyes eerily looked around, at the humans, at the staircase up ahead, at the doors that were scattered around the hall. They were looking for something.

An Inferius, the one that led the troop to the boathouse, muttered something to one of its brethren. A single word was exchanged in one low, barely audible croak. "Treasure." They knew it was here somewhere. The castle was the only place they hadn't torn apart to find it.