<strong><em>"Yes, Enniya... There it is... Take it, take the candelabra,"</em></strong>purrs the voice of Laman in Enniya's ears, the feel of full lips gently touching them as she speaks.  To the rest of the room, there is no sound but the whistling of the wind, melodic and haunting.  As the fae-elf goes galavanting into the piles of treasure, there is a sense of being pleased from the voice, Laman back in her own world quite happy with Enniya.  The moment she has stepped into the treasure, she can feel it shifting beneath her feet.  It's certainly perilous.  The whispers and feeling of Laman's guiding bring Enniya to a candelabra, a simple enough one but something that her patron wants.<br/><br/>The only trouble is that it's balanced rather precariously with some other things.  Enniya has to climb carefully over piles of gold that would be at least waist high if it were waded through, slipping coins and clattering sounds as she moves.  As Enniya moves to take it, she sees it for what it is, a silver candelabra carefully made with images of naked fae going up each of the three candle sticks.  The carving is beautiful, it will certainly fetch a pretty price when it is sold.  Or, for that matter, it makes a pretty candle holder!  Her hand touches it and for a moment teasing it with her magical senses, for whatever reason that Laman brought her here, it isn't magical properties.  As fingers grip around it, the treasure shifts.<br/><br/>With a screech of metal and a flash of silver, a spear balanced on top of an upright but tilted wardrobe comes falling down towards Enniya's back.  It flies down towards her and, as if guided by mystic hands, it's course shifts.  With a slide and a thunk, it somehow makes a miraculous fall, sliding between Enniya's back and her top as well as sliding down the back of her shorts before hitting between two massive stone blocks beneath the pile of treasure.  Somehow, the fall avoids cutting her, instead simply forming a pole against her back.  It is wedged into the ground, sticking a foot or so above her head and holding her there, a quick struggle doesn't dislodge it.<br/><br/><strong><em>"I'm sorry, love,"</em></strong>, whispers Laman's voice, her otherwordly communication like soft lips against Enniya's ear.<strong>"I'll reward you well for this... But I owe Saltbeard from some time back...  He'll leave you alone, but requires a taste of your companions.  Surely you understand."</strong><br/><br/>The whistling in the caves grows louder, now seeming to come from multiple directions.  Perhaps it isn't the wind after all.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers!  Enniya jumped into the treasure and got stuck!  She's held there for now, which wouldn't be a problem if you couldn't feel your danger senses going off!  What do you do?</strong>