The elf's muscles flexed and shifted under tan skin as he tried to lift the heavy portcullis, keeping at it for a little longer that was necessary to realize that it really, honestly just wasn't going to budge. Finally, he gave up with a sigh, leaning both arms against the portcullis for a moment as he gazed out into the hallway, frowning a little as the torches dimmed down and darkness further fell on his cell.<br/><br/>So, Varran thought, he was trapped for the time being, that much was sure, and in the course of his glorious career, he'd encountered more traps than he would have wanted to, and as such, this one would surely pose no challenge as long as he stayed calm. After that brief moment of reflection and deliberation, the elf spun around on bare feet, making his way over to the one last thing in the room he'd noticed but hadn't yet thought to closer examine -- the unassuming little pail. He reached down to pick it up, turning it around in his hands for a moment to see if there was anything special about it... before letting go and kicking it hard across the room in frustration, obviously taking no time at all to utterly forget about staying calm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>