The glass does not smash (at least, not yet), and the vibrations from Tarelth's attack run up his arm and into his shoulder. (Shouldn'ta done that, silly. This is the Great Underground Empire - most absolute proponent of magic, and in the wise words of Uncle: "Magic must defeat magic!")

Dalboz laughs, "Don't you know that it's not about what strength you have, but what little of your brains you actually use. You can't just kick down doors, or break windows in this place. You're going to need some better items. Violence never solved anything, anyway.

But, that girl's got an idea..."

(One more thing, it's a narrow ledge. You guys really think all of you guys can fit there? I don't.)