<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Three/Three.jpg)</div>There's the sound of soft, clawed feet scampering on the hard stone of hte western passage, and the flash of glowing cat's eyes as the kobold leads the second wave of explorer-prisoners from the main cave. Over one shoulder is a sack of assorted stuff, a waterskin at her waist, and her bone-and-dagger warpick-thingie in hand. Her pace slows a bit when she reaches the two women, joining them in examining the doors.<br/><br/>"Bones and leather? For doors?" one scaled brow quirks upward as she ponders this. "If it were goblins, it would<em>still</em>stink. Same with trogs. Hrm." She spends some time pondering what sort of cave-dwelling creatures that<em>don't</em>stink bad enough to make rocks reek would be behind these constructions. And whether hitting them in the head with a dagger-on-a-stick would take care of them.<br/><br/>While Three is pondering, the other two women open a door, and a familiar scent<em>does</em>waft out. Alisandra' hip gets shoved aside as Three barges past her into the room, eyes big and bright. "Tools! Er. Not the two of you," she notes, glancing back to the women.<em>They must never know.</em>"The machine parts and stuff here. What've we got..." With the expertise of someone who has done this regularly, Three begins rummaging through the bags - at the first chance of finding a prybar, those crates are getting opened, too. "Maybe there's even rope, or a chain!"<br/>