<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Will do. I'll try and see about an OOC thread later, though i admit the one you set up for Tehr is a lot more organised than the work I do with public notes, by far. A lot I should learn from you there.</div></div><br/>Joli's study of the crack and the string from it came to suggest someone else had triggered whatever was behind the wall. The blood on the floor was the end result of that. Poking the crack with the dagger only served to pull a bit on the cord causing a faint clicking noise from the wall, a bit higher, but other than a second, somewhat wider crack there at about her chest's height she could see little. The torch's light illuminating a stripped crossbow of some form built into the wall, aimed at the hallway. Only it wasn't armed anymore. Whoever broke the string had set it off, and it looked like this trap wasn't one to reset on its own. The crossbow beyond the wall was crude and built for purpose, and behind a fair share of stone, so getting to it might not be worth the effort even.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, as her path took her to the stairs she was met with a sight of stone steps, with a small raling along its side. The steps were narrower, having room for one person to go at a time, following the curving wall down the shaft there. The bottom looked far off at first, but starting down the steps, she went around the shaft's wall and came to finally at about one and a half turn reach the solid ground at the bottom of the shaft. Thick support beams held up the ceiling of a natural cavern twice as high as she was tall, the walls showing several alcoves dug into them, old rusty tools left lingering behind. There was a couple of old carts there too, loaded up with iron ore. One tunnel carved about as wide as the main pathway above headed towards the direction the lift must have been at, while the other side of the chamber was too far for the torch to light up at the time.<br/><br/>Yet something was there. A long breath drawn and a groaning voice wheezing. Under one of the carts that had been toppled over lay a small, wrinkly green-skinned man with a buck-toothed but broad jaw, a hairless head and evidently shattered legs. The figure would've probably reached to her crotch standing up before her if it could stand, but its smashed legs were held by the cart and some spilled over ore. Looking pretty badly beaten, the thing was alive though. More than could be said for three more such green-skinned fellows, two wrinkled and with a tuft of grey hair on their heads, the last one more smooth skinned and with red warpaint dragged over the eyelids and to the cheeks, making an 'arrowhead' on the forehead. The other three looked to have been stabbed repeatedly, beheaded, and scorched a new hole in its chest by something fiery from the looks of it.