The group nodded, Erin providing light for those lacking darkvision with a glowing flame that orbited near her head.<br/><br/>After about twenty feet, they emerge into a larger room; Three crude, wooden workbenches occupy the center of this room, their tops strewn with various tiny tools, metal and wooden hardware, and blocks of wood. A pair of mites occupy the room, one standing next to a small, catapult-like device, loaded with a caltrop, the other across the room with its mouth open. As they quietly make their way in, the catapult fires, and the other mite catches the caltrop in its mouth, swallowing it whole, the pair of them cheering.