As you gaze into the large room you see no obvious threats. Nothing moves within the room. The only light within the room comes from far across the room and it remains dim and stationary.
Ballista, HP48/48, AC 26/29vRanged(FF19/24vR-T15/20vR) F5 R13 W6
Ballista lithely scampers up the wall inside the room to 20ft above the door. Her steps make no sound greater than the breathing of those fully plated gents in the hall beneath her. The chilled air falls visible from her mammoth longbow as always, but in the hushed silence before the inevitable thunder of battle it seems a fitting image of readiness. A small hum escapes the elf's lips as she climbs and the wrinkles in her clothing smooth themselves, while any stray hairs seem to knit themselves flawlessly back into her flowing black mane.
Fongul stays at the back of the group watching the way they came instead letting his curiosity run wild in the large chamber.
Once the door is open, Jillian waits a few moments to allow the others a chance to look around. Then she pulls out her everburning torch and begins to search for any signs of traps. She starts by turning right and moving forward as she searches.