You don't think you want to know<em>why</em>these rushes are so sodden and rotted, but you notice that they are matted together by a slick mixture of moisture, dirt, and mold, causing lots of the straw to stick together as you move it. Unfortunately, the search is ultimately fruitless, as all that sits under the straw is more of that slick ooze.<br/><br/>Sharpspike looks up at the ceiling and trills nervously.<br/><br/>"Nadia elf-girl, Sharpspike half your size. Can't reach roof..." But, rather than do nothing, the kobold slams his weight against the bar again, trying to pry the door open. He hits it much more solidly this time, and you think you hear something budge, but the door remains stuck.