Dalene
He peers through the bars, then inspects the lock, he chuckles holding his skeevaton, he voices an order, "Deconstruct." As he says it the skeevaton knows exactly what to do, and devours the lock on the gate, leaving tiny bite marks in the metal. The gate creaks open, "I knew those modifications would come in handy."
Gary
"Well done friend, now then... Let's see what those old Dwemer left behind."

*Nothwulf turned his gaze to the floor, and not a moment too soon. His foot, mere inches away from a raised floor tile- a pressure plate. With one hand behind him to signal Feldros to hold back, he advanced around the plate and took a closer look at the chest, seemingly focused on the raised platform that the chest was on. Turning back to Feldros, he gestured down to the plate on the floor.*

"Mind the tile, I don't want someone getting hurt by these rickety old contraptions."
Gregory
"I got this! Stand back!" 

*Ervana walks past the large nord and stands over the plate, on foot next to each side. She pulls a lockpick from behind her ear and goes to work on the lock. After a few clicks, the lock pops open and falls to the floor. She eases open the chest and backs away.*

"You spotted it, you loot first."
Dalene
"Unless there's anything really interesting in that chest, you two can have the contents." He says, "I'm fine with salvaging off the animunculi." He waits outside the barred room, standing guard