None of the passages would be large enough to fly in with any degree of comfort, though if one were capable of hovering and moving slowly it might be possible to make some progress. This one led, after a short distance to a set of steps going down. Rusted metal scones, presumably where torches had once sat, line both walls, the stairs descending into the stygian depths below.<br/><br/>For some reason, it seemed .. almost familiar .. to Sage.<br/><br/>Step by careful step he led the way downwards, and with each step he felt his sense of unease grow. Beneath his foot, a tile gave a soft, almost musical creak. Had he not kept the others back and silent, even he might have missed it.<br/><br/>And the second one on the next step, a slightly different pitch to the first.<br/><br/>That was when his eyes widened, realisation hitting him like a pail of ice water. This was familiar. He had encountered it before .. and it had killed three members of the team that had been with him at the time.<br/><br/>Nightingale floors were common enough in the halls of the rich and powerful, less so in their tombs, but one particular trap incorporated them, as a subtle warning. Within another two steps, three at most, the trap would be triggered, and the stairs they stood on would abruptly pivot, pitching those on them forwards. Most might be able to keep their feet, but would have to run forwards to do so, and at the end of that run would be the second part of the trap .. spikes extended from the facing wall, blades set low enough to be missed until you ran into them, or perhaps a yawning pit.<br/><br/>This one was complex, but usually there was something nearby that could be used to set it safe and allow the steps to be traversed. The question was, what?