Rand and Tgamo's circus act work out pretty well; at least, now the rope extends to the floor, making a neat little coil. At least now if they have to make a quick run to escape, no one is left looking up and going "well,<em>fuck</em>"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Salimah crouches by the body; it is of course, the source of the cloying odor in the room, though it has long ago dried into a mummified husk. She can tell that whoever it was was once a human or perhaps half-elf... and that both his legs are shattered. His equipment is either dry-rotted or too fouled to consider, but searching around, she does find a handful of pitons - identical to the one hammered in above - as well as a length of hemp rope, better-preserved than the one above - One end of the rope is bound to a somewhat rusted grappling iron. the other end seems... rather neatly severed. The man also apparently had a collection of vials and bottles on him; probably no healing potions, judging from his condition. Somehow though, two bronze-colored bottles stoppered with lead remain intact, the oily liquid sloshing inside familiar; alchemist's fire<br/><br/>Rand's exploration of the door doesn't immediately reveal any traps or even locking mechanisms.<br/><br/>Nesha sees no snakes, pits, fore, not combinations of the three. And Nestor's beard continues to grow to a sufficiently manly lushness.