The trapdoors had been relatively well-hidden before, but since the bandits had flung them open in their haste to engage the party, the elves' search found two entrances without much trouble. Both opened to narrow staircases downward. Lauriel's entrance, at the right of the shop (looking toward the back) smelled musty and the light glistened on thin spiderwebs. Evan's entrance at the left had a powerful scent of strong wine, but was more poorly-lit.<br/><br/>While the husband went to the front door of the shop and put a big 'CLOSED' sign on it to try and forestall any curious visitors, Almedia crossed her arms. "Fabric and needles is what we have in storage, mostly," she said, "you seriously need to leave before-"<br/><br/>It was fortunate that the group had had the presence of mind to tie the bandits up, as they started to come 'round. "Dear dear," one said groggily, "did someone get the name of that ogre?"