I sit for a moment and ponder the predicament. On the one hand, if I can get them in here, they'll be safe for a little while. The Necromancer won't want to push for a war with the Dwarves unnecessarily. Something in me worries that he will eventually but thus far he (or she?) has taken actions entirely at his leisure. There was a plan in this. So long as our pretense holds, we're useful to that plan. Unless the Necro has something against Dwarves...but no, we can't doubt every little thing. We keep on doing what we're doing and hope it works because, for now, it's the best we've got. Anyway, on the other hand, if (or when) this place falls to the veritable army of constabulary waiting at our doors, we don't want to be caught with fugitives inside. If we can avoid that outcome, we can at least bargain for enough time to warn the Mountain and possibly avoid war altogether. I think immediately of my out of the way former residence. But no, it's too far to keep an eye on events here. Perhaps as a last resort.
I grow still as stone as my thoughts churn. I feel myself sinking into the chair, the weight of the old walls pressing down on me. I pause only a moment to reflect on the comfort in that when it hits me. Dwarves have always known the Secret of Stone and, in return for keeping it safe, Stone has always protected our own Secrets. There's no way our blueprints of this embassy match up with the blueprints in the King's archives. Undoubtedly, we have secret rooms. Perhaps there is some secret egress as well!
I hurry to find Baldir to put the question to him. At the very least, if there is not a hidden passage beneath the outer walls, Baldir might know some other means to "clear the path."