Ton stops a few feet I front of the door and bends down to examine the stone floor before the door. He then gently runs his fingers around the frame of the door. Finding nothing, he turns his attention to the lock. He studies the lock for a few seconds then Ton’s fingers slip into his pocket and come out with some slim metal pieces of metal. Ton’s fingers nimbly move the picks within the lock and Ton finally feels everything fall into place, and the lock slides open. Smiling to himself Ton puts his tools away.
Ton quietly opens the door, even his companions could barely hear the creaking of the door. The light from the sunrod reflects off the stone walls and filters through the partially open door. Ton sees an ornate 30 x 30 room, featuring a large stone pool in its center. Positioned around the pool are four trees. Finally you can see four tapestries here, each hanging on a different wall.
Ton closes the door behind him and explains briefly what he saw.
Ton moves gracefully to the right door, checking it for traps and then again deftly picks the lock. Opening the second door and peeks in. This room is a little larger than the last and is filled with bunk beds in various states of disrepair. Some debris litters the floor and the air stinks like pungent vinegar. Ton closes the door and does not realize his own strength as it makes a loud smack when door hits the frame harder than Ton expected.