He glanced at the timer, now down three minutes. No time.<br/><br/>He paused at the sight of the vaults, before looking around for number eight. If there was a 'safe' vault, eight would be it for the number of legs on a spider, and was drilled into their subconscious harder than anything else. Not finding that was a bit... off. He knelt down, and sent his senses out through a spell that gave him something like blind sight for a moment, and while the range was good, it only worked if he completely stopped moving and focused exclusively on it. It should give him an indication as to which led to a deadend, and which might not.