Whisper's fingers itched. So much stuff to steal... but not knowing where exactly she was or how she got there, caution won out over greed for the time being. She carefully observed the room, allowing a little more light to seep out from her cloak. She was looking for something that might help the group identify where they were and how to get out. She really wished Siljar was there, he could probably identify the items in the room. Avoiding the inlaid amethyst on the floor as she feared it was some sort of trap, she looked around the room for a book to bring back with her. Perhaps it would provide the human mage with some kind of insight into their predicament. Untying the rope, she left it at the threshold of the door, fearing it could trip something trailing behind her.