Dalene
"Take your time, rushing things like that is a spell for disaster." He says, "There's a good chance the spiders will ignore us, as long as we don't trip any security measures." He says, then looks to Nothwulf, "My story is a long one, we don't have time to get into it." He continues, "My body is almost entirely metal, and we'll leave it at that."
Gary
"So be it, but hopefully you could give some answers later. And more importantly, perhaps we could get by these contraptions without getting into a battle."

*Unless Feldros objected, Nothwulf began to open the door and slowly step through, carefully making his way along.*
Gregory
*A click, and the rope comes undone, the door opens, revealing a dwarven store room. The room is filled with a multitude of items; from jewels to smithing materials!* "Uh, you two might want to take a look at this!"
Dalene
He steps forward, "Well I'll be damned." He says in an astonished tone, "I doubt the residents would mind us taking some. Not like they can stop us, I'd scan the room for any unwanted surprises before we get carried away. They like to rig tables with pressure plates, and I really don't want to deal with a spear to the chest."
Gary
"Ha... By Shor, the Order could really use these. But first of course, checking for traps."

*Nothwulf began walking around, taking off his helmet so as to avoid restricting his vision while he looked around, scanning the floor and walls and ceiling for anything unusual, anything that might set off a trap, or even be a trap itself like holes for a gust of flame or a sharp pike to appear from.*