Amelia halted just inside the room. She let her eyes roam carefully down one end, then the other. Then up. She was wary of both the balcony and the statues and remarked to her companion, "This room is more than a tad suspicious. Who carves only eyes upon display mannequins? We should likely smash them all for our own safety, lest they come to life and attempt to arm themselves with these ancient weapons. I'm not keen on fighting a dozen magical sentries." Her eyes darted up to the balcony again. Not to mention that was rather suspect. A balcony in an.. armory? A display hall? What was this room supposed to be, anyway? Aside from a place where they could meet their early demise, that is. The sorceress then glanced over her shoulder, noticing the slip of paper nailed to a weapon rack with a dagger. Stepping over, she pulled the dagger free with one hand and carefully opened the note with the other, aware that the paper might be rather fragile due to it's age. She perused the note between suspicious glances to the statues. This room was certainly creeping her out.