Mark stopped between the doorways, peering into the room with the supposedly cursed bow with a smirk, "Well it's either cursed or that note is some fool creatures idea of theft protection." He waited as Ebiric suggested identifying the cast on the bow, and felt a mild wave of excitement before offering his new sword up for inspection. "Would you mind checking this weapon as well while you're at it?<br/><br/>Mark watched as Tavah made it through the door, his attention gained by the complaints of the wood and floor. The room looked much like a torture chamber, and given the history of the place they were in it was likely well used at one time. Mark moved toward the room, enough to notice the armor and the journal. Mark's eyes shined in curiosity, but caution took hold. "As much as I'd love to get a look in those pages, that orb doesn't seem too friendly..."