There is a skeleton, no several skeletons scattered around the room, and the woman flinches as if in pain, causing her white featherd wings, also bloody, hidden behind her and shackled cruelly to each other, to spasm. The woman gasps, "The key... is in... the large... armored... skeleton... but some... are undead... carefully... paladin... lest you end up... like me."<br/><br/>She sags again, panting, obviously in pain, and all the skeletons have armor on and a weapon of some sort nearby or in hand. All of them have keys clenched in their non weapon hands. But common sense dicates that only one will open the lock, the others are bait. Something whispers, "There are rules, in this dungeon, and the rules are followed, even by those that try to defy, MASTER!"<br/><br/>Looking around, Kathrine spots nothing that could have spoken in the room.