Grummush made a soft noise, slightly disturbed by the coffins. He never really did have a good feeling about the dead, fought too many that just sprang up and attacked when they should still be dead. And then there was all the food. While even he had to admit that the food didnt smell bad and even caused his stomach to rumble forced him to think for a moment. Food freshly prepared in what seemed to be a crypt...not a good sign.<br/><br/>He slid his hatchet back into his beltline and walked over to a coffin, but moving carefully and ax at the ready. "Whoever set the feast out will know we are here. Poison...magic...or just a lure...either way..." With this he gave Liam a steady look. "If you eat that you'll probably die or pass out from a drug..." While he wasnt sure how handy a man who looked like this would be...he had been deceived before. Watching a halfling kill a dragon had drastically changed that viewpoint. "Besides, the more important thing here is....whats in the coffins?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>