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Message: <blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 7355298" data-attributes="member: 6799460">All: The first expanseRusty hinges creak as Carthum nudges the door with a shoulder, opening easily under the half-orc's weight. With eyes tuned for darkness and shadows the priest ascertains much about the room and its contents.The floor is compacted and worn raw earth, and above not far from the priest's own head height, the ceiling is a layer of tired timber slats, one of which has fallen onto center of the ground. All four walls are lined with a mixture of hardwood and aged iron shelves, upon them a few small items which look to have sat undisturbed for many many years. A few tired looking metal spikes and hammers of the mining variety. Several small buckets with tatty leather straps nailed in, probably to assist in carrying efforts. A ceramic pot with a small tap at its base, and a sword... common and rather chipped along its edges, leans silently against a shelf, its pommel resting upon the earth.Comforted that nothing has leapt out of the room to confront them, Annit moves at first to the hole with Metea, wondering if the barbarian's theory of a trap could be true. Otiroth's idea of covering it sounds unusual... but perhaps sensible also. She will let them decide.She moves to stand at the top of the next row of steps then, peering down into the darkness and keeping watch.</blockquote>