Bria took the torch into her hand with a nod of thanks to Welkin, and with the other drew a small dagger from beneath her furs. Light and warmth were both appreciated in a place such as this. How exactly, they would tackle the locked door was indeed a concern though. Somehow they'd have to make do. She whispered to the others,
"I am far from an expert in such things, but before leaving for the Break one of our folk demonstrated the basics. At first, we were not sure what was to be faced at the mines, and how tight their securing of possessions might be. Simple shackles I have picked open before... but... well I guess it depends on what mechanism is to bar our way."
Zem and Fae had been rather quiet during these final moments before heading away from the subterranean "camp". Bria would wait and see, let them choose where in this unlikely exploration party they would find themselves as the group moved out. With Gimlak beside her, young Bria felt safe, and most surprisingly the barbarian was quiet and careful in their approach. Bria could hear her own breathing and beating heart, far louder than any sounds the motion of the folk hero made.
With Welkin and Rorik behind, northwards they went through the gaps and crevices of split black stone. A sharp turn to the west, and there it was, their obstacle. Crafted and hung by unknown hands, the door appeared to be formed of a large fragment of local rock. The hinges or mechanism by which it was affixed, was a mystery. Located on the other side no doubt.
Waving her torch across the surface, Bria found a hole in it, centered about a yard from the ground. The tip of her dagger was slowly inserted into it, and the young woman visibly grimaced as she wiggled, poked and investigated.
Click.
Ah ha! That was a good sign.
Click!
"Come on, come on..."
The satisfaction of further sounds did not continue.
"Damn, I almost had it," she muttered, looking to the others.
"Anyone else want to try?" she whispered,
"Or perhaps we backtrack, and find some other way?"
/sarcasm
