Lydia reads the letter, then reads it aloud to the others, while shooting brief glances over the rest of the contents of the chest.<em>"'...with my elite guards.'</em>So, I could feel up that door and risk killing us all with some sort of titty-cannon or penis-gun, or something.  I mean, I'm<em>damn</em>good, but no one is infallible.  Or, we could all get behind Øy, and let him make for us a path of entrails and blood which leads to the key that will guarantee the door won't cut off our hands and feet.  I don't know about the rest of you, but I<em>need</em>my hands.  Slind gets it."  She nods knowingly to the human, then holds up the bottles of potion to the others.<br/><br/>"Hey, any of you magical types know what the hell these are?  And, you know, if they're Incubus splooge, you just feel free<em>not</em>to tell me.  I'd rather not know in that case, unless some freaky-ass people pay like massive amounts of gold for bottles of demonic baby-batter.  They...uh...don't, do they?"