Three had been flitting from room to room, all agog over the collection of gewgaws, supplies, things, and doohickeys she had access to. she felt like a starving man at a banquet, going hungry for not being able to decide where to start! She felt right at home, at least, despite the disorganized nature of everything. She set about prying open the crates and boxes,<br/><br/>Running face-first into Katul's muscular backside during one of these deranged scamperings managed to slow her down, at least. "Woah! hey! Watch where I'm going!" She yaps, rubbing her bonked snout, then looking up at the man with her oddly luminous eyes. "Erm. I mean. We seem to have found an old Dwarven mining operation. I have<em>no</em>idea what in the world they could have been digging for. You don't find good ore in caves!"  She seems to take for granted that this is just common sense, well-known by<em>everyone</em>. "Maybe it's all from somewhere else and some hovel-builder dragged it here?" She rubs her snout again, apaprently it's sensitive. "Uh. Sorry about running into your butt." she finally mutters.<br/><br/>"You know how to get the lock off that chest?" Three calls to Zabeth, as she steps around Katul, one four-fingered hand steadying on his hip as if he were furniture or something. "There might be something really useful in there. Like blasting charges."<em>Or gold</em>"Or decent weapons."<em>or gold</em>. "Or booze."<em>Or go- wait no, booze is good, too.</em>"Dwarves, you know?"<br/><br/>She takes a moment to breathe now that the opportunity is there.<em>My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives</em>. "We ought to take inventory, 'cause this is a lot of shit." her lower lip catches between her teeth as she muses over the possibilities. There's the patter of feet on stone as she darts off to start the inventory, a spike of rust serving as her quill, a shard of slate her tablet. anyone who cares to look will see her handwriting is tight and angular, even in the already sharp-looking kobold script.<br/><br/>It was in the final room that she stopped, staring at the spool of steel wire. "What... What kind of metal is<em>that</em>?" the others hear her ask, in an almost reverential tone. Her nails brush over the braided coils, murmuring. "Too heavy to be mithril, too clean to be iron or steel, too bright to be adamantium... Not that you can make wire out of that stuff... Too hard to be silver or platinum, and we'd be rich if it were..." she strokes those coils a bit longer, before snapping out of her metallurgy-induced trance "Oh! And we've got rope and hooks. Climbing that rockface should be easy enough. We just need to tie a grapple."<br/><br/>Once again, she surveys the inventory list in her hand. If she were back home, a find like this would get her a promotion. No more bucket-hauling for her! Of course, she'd still be a third-tier... Three shudders and rubs a hand against the bare side of her thigh.  This cave isn't so bad, really...