<em>I know,</em>Moridin replies, mentally.<em>I have to put on a show. We're being watched.</em>"That's what they all say," he says, openly, sounding distrustful, though he fishes out the small, metal finger, and passes it over to Draiss, keeping an eye on it. "So. It IS yours, is it? Which means you're responsible," he says, leading the way with a brazen surety, spotting and very narrowly avoiding triggering traps that even Draiss might have missed, and certainly noticed after he does, moving as if he's walked this route a thousand times. Though, given the mortality rate, it's entirely probable any dwarf passing along here was offering prayers at the same time, so Moridin might have a very good diea of how the route functions.