<em>"I will go with you..."</em>Anethrial murmurs.<br/><br/><em>"If a guard finds me tied up they will know something happened. No one can know of this. The hornets are already stirred up enough, hit them with a stick and they will sting everyone. I can not let that happen,"</em>she says with grave resolve. Laszlo stares at the girl. His lips curl up in a smile.<br/><br/>"You're a cold one, angel. Alright, it's your neck. Just stick close, and stay quiet."<br/><br/>He slips down the stairs slowly eye darting along the walls. Every detail is important, behind each stone out of place, a trap may lurk. This passage, like all the others, is dwarven, and as such there are no details to betray any traps. His ear and nose seek out other clues. He reaches the bottoms stair, stepping lightly, ready to spring back at any moment.<br/><br/>He steps into the corridor tentatively. Judging by the amount of torches about, this part of the temple catacombs has a patrol, they can't dally here. However, Laszlo counts his blessings, the traps here would be easy enough for the guards to remember and avoid, Laszlo should be able to spot them easily enough. He creeps forward, eye whipping along the walls. He halts in one of the pools of darkness between torches, he can smell grease, there is a mechanism nearby. He scans the floor, nothing seems out of the ordinary, no trip wires or panels. No vents or holes in the wall, the ceiling is devoid of any mark. He needs more light.<br/><br/>Laszlo opens his hand, and a flame flickers to life in his palm. He squints at the floor and finds his mark. A slight seam, runs along the grain of the stone floor, barely noticeable even in the light. He squints along the floor, and eventually spies another parallel to it three feet away. He looks up. There are seams above as well, in line with those on the floor. A ceiling block trap, ingenious in that even when a thief avoids it, he's either shut in or out by the wall of stone. He signals Anethrial forward.<br/><br/>"You were right, look there," he says, pointing out the fine lines on the floor and ceiling, "Jump," he says, setting the flame on the stone next to him. Laszlo hops over the pressure stone, lighting another flame in his hand.