Grummush waited in silence as she attempted to find traps using skills, then arrows and finally rats. He felt himself start to doubt as well that there were traps when he heard the snick and the squeak of a mouse as it was skewered. While he did feel a bit sad about it, he also felt relieved since it meant the trap was now set off. He hoisted his ax back onto his shoulder and started forward and checked the corpse.<span style="color: #80ff00">"Dart trap with some kind of poison..."</span>He took the dart out of the rat and placed it in a small glass container before making a small gesture over the rat.<span style="color: #80ff00">"Alright, lets be off."</span><br/><br/>As they proceeded down the tunnel, he started to worry about the old man, after his fourth stumble he almost went back to help but seen the elf way ahead of him in that aspect. So instead he looked forward, but something was...off. And at her comment he nodded slowly.<span style="color: #80ff00">"Your right...this smell doesnt belong here. Could be a trap of some sort..."</span>He didnt hear the hiss from a pipe so it wasnt a gas trap? But what was it then that they were smelling?<span style="color: #80ff00">"Be cautious and keep your eyes open...maybe we should also cover our faces up."</span>He reached into his bag and pulled out a large rag, then started to cut little strips of it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>