Harb crept forward waving his torch slowly from wall-to-wall, burning away cobwebs, while tapping the floor ahead of him with his staff. He got no more than a few feet through the archway before his the stone floor echoed with a hollow sound. Harb pressed as hard as he could with the staff, but the floor did not fall away. He carefully placed his weight on the stone slab, and it held. Stepping backward, off the hollow spot, he considered if it were perhaps a passageway below the floor, rather than a collapsing floor, or if the trigger were something other than weight. Of the Sticks, only Dellrack and Chrysagon were heavier than he was.