Following along, Asulf had kept quiet, not wanting to add to any idle chatter that might give away their approach to the site of the ritual. He couldn't help but be surprised by both the ancient banners - and Brady's knowledge of them. He didn't recognize any of them, but then he'd never really studied heraldy in any depth. Asulf muses to himself that maybe he should, sometime, maybe it'd help with recognizing something valuable, made so by it's association to some long-dead noble house.<br/><br/>He peers into the first two side rooms, but largely leaves them to others to search, assuming they'd not need his help - and not seeing a whole lot of potential in them. He does, however, stop and step inside when he locates what appears to be a sort of armory. His eyes fell first on the suits of armor, quirking an eyebrow at the pair that seem adjusted for small giants like Sunete - a relic of the past, he wondered, or where some of the charmed prisoners particularly large?<br/><br/>He moves through the room as he thinks, picking up a few things - throwing a backpack over his shoulders and a belt and pouch around his waist. He stow away a flint-and-tinder, a waterskin, small mirror and sunrod in the pouch, and takes the time to stuff the items they'd secured from the mercenaries into his newfound pack. His looting complete, for the moment, his attention is draw to that big, locked chest..<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Laebras wrote:</cite>“Can anyone pick that?”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Not me, but I could pry it open rather easily, we even have the right tool right here," he says, picking the crowbar off the ground. It wouldn't be quiet, but it'd not be as loud as smashing the chest open - less chance of ruining the contents, as well. He glances over the tiefling, and smirks a bit at her new set of armor. "I'm surprised you went for that, it seems a touch..<span style="font-style: italic">confining</span>for you."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Teran wrote:</cite>"Yes, but give me a moment. Big shiny chest that nobody tried to open? There has to be a reason."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Asulf steps back as Teran slithers past to inspect the chest, setting the crowbar back down, it wasn't the first time he'd seen the serpent employ his more delicate skills, but it was still a skill-set he had an easy time forgetting Teran possessed - who expected someone with a body that long to be gifted with the more surreptitious arts?<br/><br/>Not that he wasn't glad for it. It spared him the trouble of potentially triggering a trap. Or of stuff a crowbar into the chest only to find out it was a mimic or something.