Larry
There's far too many tools for her to carry all of them - but she's able to take a good handful of these strangely designed tools. Probably enough to get twenty or so silver just from the raw material they would provide for blacksmiths, no telling what they would sell otherwise since they aren't like any she's ever seen before. The metal jaw seems to be devoid of dust too, and it's so perfectly symmetrical that it makes one wonder who could have made it? It hums audibly with energy and maintaining contact with it makes her hand buzz - like after being shocked. Regardless it seems like the top of the table has nothing of interest on it anymore, besides more tools she can't carry and enough dust to make a massive brick.
Marc
*Juna stared at the jaw for a long while, almost forgetting what she was here for to which she would soon shake her head upon feeling the buzz and try to readjust her hold on it.*"We should probably head back..."*She said.*"There doesn't seem to be much else here..."*The Canifor would turn back around to head back to the way she had come. For a moment, the arrow would go out only for her to have to relight it again and continue forward. Her Jackal ran on ahead of her as she tried to navigate her way back to the door where she had originally left the box.*

```Heated Shot; 95/100 Mana```
Larry
She turns around and passes through the large entrance door and back up the steps. It's a long walk, but an uneventful one. It would likely take a few turns to reach the top - meaning she's likely lost light around halfway up. No worries though, because nothing has changed upstairs either. The storage area's stone door is still closed off to her - and the cracks in the stone works ceiling don't look particularly weak even if they are cracked.
Marc
*As Juna would make her way back to the large door, she would pick up the box before continuing back up the stairs. Eventually her arrow light would go out, leaving her in temporary darkness while she decided to put the arrow back in the quiver for the time being. Soon enough the light from above would reach her to which she'd find herself locked in the storage room once more.*"Right... Getting out... Hm..."*Jace padded out from behind her, letting out a sneeze from all the dust that had collected around them. Juna meanwhile would scan the room for a bit, seeing that it didn't seem particularly penetrate by force. Turning her gaze towards the shelf she had originally taken the box from, she would slowly walk up to it and raise the box back up.*"Maybe this will get it to work again...?"*She thought aloud as she would place the box back up on the shelf and back away to wait patiently for something to happen.*
Larry
Placing the box back onto the shelf in roughly the same location causes a loud groaning sound to emit from the doorway leading to the stairway. The stone slab begins to rise up and out of the ground once more casting the room into complete darkness. Strangely, or not strangely at all, the door leading into the kitchen does not open. Not even after several minutes of waiting for it to do so - instead it stands eerily quiet.
Marc
*Juna let out a quiet gasp of air as she was plunged into darkness once more, remembering that this had happened the first time. With the silence following, her ears would begin to twitch one way then another as she tried to hear for anything to indicate the other door was open. With minutes passing and nothing being heard, she would begin to feel her way around in hopes of at least finding a wall to guide her in the right general direction. Perhaps she simply couldn't see it right now. With each moment that passed without her finding the exit, she could feel herself becoming more and more tense. Her tail would begin to wag anxiously as she tried to find the exit in the dark.*
Larry
Being that she is directly in front of the shelves she comes into contact with them first. Swishing her hands about the cubbies only accomplishes in covering her arms in cob-webs. She feels something crawling up and along her arm - CREEPY! Though it quickly disappears, and doesn't seem to have done anything besides further test the nerve of Juna. It becomes quickly apparent as she walks around the walls of the room that all exits are completely sealed, it seems the only option is to see if the door to the stairwell will open once more...
Marc
*A loud 'eep!' would escape her as her hand would hit the cobweb soon feeling as if something was crawling on her. She would quickly wave her arm about, trying to rid herself of whatever the creature was until the feeling had eventually passed. The Canifor let out a quiet sigh, moving her hand towards the shelf in front of her more slowly towards the shelf. She would raise her hand up higher, trying to recall where she originally placed it as she would try to carefully shift the box off the shelf.*
Larry
It doesn't take long to feel the wooden grain of the box. She grabs the box and lifts it off the shelf and back into her hands, causing a familiar clicking sound as the pressure plate rises up. Then a grinding and now a faint sound of gears can be heard as the door leading to the stairwell shudders open. If she travels downwards it would be much the same way up, and the large steel door would remain opened. There is much more to discover in this room evidently - and hopefully one of these discoveries will help her get out.
Marc
*Juna's ears would angle themselves towards the noise of the gears, part of her figuring it was the same door as the one she had walked up the stairs from. Juna would try once more to feel around the room for any other exit and upon not discovering one, she would take a moments pause to try and calm herself. Somewhere nearby, there would be the clicking of claws on the ground as Jace rediscovered the stairwell and had began making his way back down it. Maybe there was still another exit down that way? She wondered it to herself for a moment. No, she hoped it. After all if not an exit down there, that would mean that she would be stuck here for who knows how long.*"Stay close Jace..."*She'd whisper, trying to focus on something besides the potential of being trapped here for eternity. She would grab her arrow to relight it once more and soon enough they began their trip back down the stairs.*