The air that wafted up from the cave entrance smelled like old rotten dust which hadnt seen the outside world since it settled in. Death hung heavily in the nostrils of the party memebers until that scent qas brutally overcome with the scent of sex and other foulities. The first room was a actually a tunnel with many tables which laid upon them urns and plates which may have some value is sold to a vendor. At the end of the hallway lay a broken in and molded door that bares view into a large dining room with coffins lining the walls there must be at least twenty and no visible exit from the room. Somehow as if by magic there is still fresh food on the table but no one to eat it.<br/><br/>Igney looked directly at the orcees as she approached, it looked as if he had one thing to say but choose to say another as if mouth opened for a seconds then closed before he opened it again. "Hello, my name is Igney it is a pleasure to meet you, I assume you found our party and aren't here to kill us, so welcome" he gives a polite curt bow, aside much as he can. Trying to maintain eye contact with the woman it is pretty clear to see she was a part of the 'revelry' that had been so audible for all to hear. Igney didn't care, he Just smiled and tried not to offend his own sense of politeness but ogling her. I'm turn he just looked down the tunnel and smiled. "Not every crypt has undead in it I'm sure we will be fine."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>