The monk whistles appreciatively at the sight at the bottom of the spiral staircase. She's glad she didn't try to just stroll down with the barrel over her shoulder... because while she's pretty nimble, she's not limber enough to dodge that trap if she fell.<br/><br/>"Hmm... Hey, Lissu... ya may wanna walk close ta the wall when ya go down these stairs, hon. An' take your time with it. They look a bit slick, an' that snake-headed fella has set us up some nasty lookin' landings..."<br/><br/>But they won't get anywhere by dawdling, and Maria knows that as well as anything else. So, with another heavy grunt, she starts to pull the barrel of oil along the ground behind her, dragging it as quietly as she can down step after step. Once or twice, she considers trying to squeeze it into the magical bag she'd bought from Elfie... but the last thing she needs is a bag of holding full of spilled oil. So, for now at least, she focuses on dragging it without sending it or herself tumbling to the ground below...