Halgo tours the chamber, giving warnings. Yip just nods, his kobold nose already twitching, while Blarth immeditely looks at the corridor and puts his hand to the hilt of his sword.
"Yes, subtle," Halgo mumbles. "Very subtle."
Then he readies a handfull of spell components and settles down on a fold in the rock, pretending to study his spellbook.
He doesn't have to study long.
The creature that lurches into the chamber is wreathed in flames, its skeletal form dripping with boiling magma that sizzles as it hist the soot-stained stone floor. It was, once, probably an orc but some fell magic animates its aging bones and allows it to burn.
Yip snaps into a flurry of movement before it has even stepped into the room. Slippers of spiderclimb dance along the wall, carrying him to a vantage point over the burning skeleton. He slams two paws into its head...
...and lets out a loud hiss of pain as the smell of burning flesh fills the cavern.
"Burns," Yip yells, cringing back. One paw drops to his belt, pulling free a short dagger that he holds at the ready. Blarth and Halgo plunge in, Blarth shattering a burning hand with his sword and Halgo firing a bolt of pure acid into the creatures chest.
Amarin stands blinking, his sholars eyes wide with curiousity.
Then Geoffrey holds the holy symbol of Saint Cuthbert High and calls upon the power of his god. The chamber is filled with blue light for the space of a few seconds, and the burning skeleton crumbles into dust.
Geoffrey blinks a few times.
"Well," he says. "Never had that happen before."
He glances around the chamber. Everyone is still fine, apart from Yip's smoking hands. Amarin is poking the smouldering remnants of the skeleton with his staff, listening intently to the psinoic report of his crystal.
"There's probably more of them," Geoffrey says. "We should keep moving."