About half of the weapons look to be made of regular steel, and most of the rest seem just a little different. Closer examination would reveal that they are indeed cold iron. That being said, several arrowheads and a few axes are made from a very dark, strong, heavy metal, probably adamantium. There seems to be a distinct lack of silver, however.<br/><br/>She can find a rapier made from cold iron, it's just a matter of whether that's the one that affects devilkind - assuming she is indeed surrounded by devils, though it's looking likely.<br/><br/>When the other locked door opens, Alaedra can see a number of things. There are shelves, lined with small bottles, each stoppered and filled with various liquids. She's consumed enough potions in her time to recognise a few of them, no doubt. Better still, there also seem to be some poisons. There are also metal trays, covered in medical utensils - basic bandages, scalpels, scissors, towels. No blood. Everything seems remarkably clean. There are also two beds, covered in white sheets, and with leather straps on them.<br/><br/>One of the beds is made. The other has someone lying in it. His face has gone a pale green, a colour usually only seen in cases where people are close to death from infection or being beaten too severely. His eyes are shut, and a deep scar runs over one cheek. He has long black hair and an enormous, magnificent beard, well-groomed and looking as though it would glisten were there any light.<br/><br/>There are also, unfortunately, the doctors/nurses. Two... ladies, wearing the bare minimum of white leather with aprons, revealing large amounts of cleavage, and their pale thighs. Their hands and forearms seem to be coated in a thin film, and they all have white masks over their lower faces, showing their glowing red eyes. They also have small white hats resting upon their gold hair.<br/><br/>Both are holding their medical tools: one has a scourge that ends in a dozen or so scalpels, all razor sharp, while the other has a long, thin metal polearm, ending in a crescent hook, the fine point looking like it could easily dig into bone.<br/><br/><em>"Ph'nyarapl'g-haarthyak!"</em>one exclaims, the other chuckling wickedly at the comment. One probably doesn't need to speak their language to get the idea.