As she hears Sunete's clatter and, momentarily, the plaintive reassurance that '<span style="font-style: italic">I meant to do that</span>', Laebras slinks to the door, and pushes it lightly till it's almost shut. For a few moments, she waits, listening, to see if any villain comes running to investigate the room opposite, prepositioned to jump out behind them if they do. She hopes Brady, stranded in the corridor, has the sense to stay put and the chameleonic ability to stay hidden, if trouble comes.<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Hide check 17, Listen check 24. Assuming no-one comes, and basically just keeping going, anyone should feel free to jump in and interrupt at any point (probably just quote the bit of the post right before you interrupt, I guess?)</div></div></div><br/><br/>After a few tens of moments have passed, Sunete slips the door open and steps out. With a shrug to her teammates, and a shake of the head marking the room as empty, she once more takes the lead and proceeds down the corridor. A sharp turn to the left approaches, and she slips her blade around the corner, studying the dim and twisted reflections in its metal. Assured the way is clear she steps round, and proceeds. She checks each alcove one-by-one for ambushers, but finding none, she moves past them. A rotten door dangles from its hinges, and behind, lit by torches, lie row upon row of rusted, useless weapons and armor, save... in the corner, more recently discarded, lie clothes and equipment of battle. Eight backpacks and bedrolls, Laebras notes, and six sets of armor. The implications are unclear. Are the prisoners sleeping here, perhaps guarded by the two hirelings? Is this equipment simply stored, do these supplies represent additional forces associated with the Succubus, perhaps arriving in advance to prepare the temple? Or are they completely unrelated? And what of the armor? Surely the prisoners – if prisoners they truly were – were not so equipped. Or... could it be that the two other hirelings were recruited for the purpose of fuelling the Succubi's ritual as much as guarding it... are there such things as rituals requiring sacrifices of sufficient power? Laebras wonders. Her dim memories provide little illumination.<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Untrained knowledge (esoteric) check: 10</div></div></div><br/><br/>Laebras sets aside such questioning, and turns to consider the equipment and supplies themselves. Most notable, the shining chest that could be forced but would doubtless racket to do so. “Can anyone pick that?” She asks quietly.<br/><br/>Chest aside, the suit of full-plate is exceptionally fine, multigusseted with interlocking leaves from breastplate to tailpiece. Gently, Laebras slips her hand inside, and presses<span style="font-style: italic">out</span>. The leaves slide apart smoothly, shining as they do so.<span style="font-style: italic">This would be no barrier to filling my belly,</span>Laebras realises.<span style="font-style: italic">Too small for Sunete,</span>either<span style="font-style: italic">too small</span>or<span style="font-style: italic">too large for Brady, too humanoid for Teran and too</span>physical<span style="font-style: italic">for Asulf. </span>Probably.<br/><br/>“I'll claim this,” she says, already beginning to strip her breastplate, “by your leave and with your assistance.”<br/><br/>So changed, she shines like a paladin of light. For a few moments, she admires herself, no less than her comrades are. Filling a pack with a tithe of the supplies takes but moments. Especially, she ensures the chalk and charcoal have been taken, and so too any filled vials or flasks. If the rope has not been retrieved, she will cinch this to the strap of her pack.