Blackbird watched, bewildered, as the dwarf hugs the cold stone wall like a long absent lover. What could possibly be going through Gurin's mind, he wonders.
Standing clear of the crowding, Blackbird remains at the back of the group and maintains a guard. His eyes keenly scan the Chapel they just left, as fear rests heavily on his shoulders.
Marlit was comfortable sticking with Blackbird. Perhaps the University knew what they were doing when assigning her to aid him. At any rate, the little corridor was far too crowded as it was. And someone should remain at the rear ready to sound the alarm if they were attacked.
Miranda notes Gurin advancing down the hallway and decides to follow him - closely. He appears to have noticed a a significant crack in the wall. Maybe a cache of treasure!, she thinks. Thinking of treasure made her feel hungry, like a dragon.
Not that trinkets would interest the Backwards Man. He had only interest in one object. Some artifact in the form of a miner's pick. Miranda greatly dreads that meeting taking place again and shudders silently.
Certain the dwarf is on to something, Miranda edges in closer and assists Gurin in searching the wall. Together two two eventually find a seem which allows them to manipulate the crack wide enough to secure a good hold. A section of wall makes a loud grinding noise as it pivots open.
Miranda heads in first, seemingly unconcerned about possible traps. Lit by a glowing rune embedded into the ceiling, it is apparent what the room is as soon as the door opens. An Armory!
Racks after rack of shining armor, leather padding, and spiked hemlets fill the center of the small room. Along the wall pikes, crossbows, daggers, battle axes and warhammers hang from granite rungs. Unfortunately, all the weaponry and armor are only sized to meet the need of dwarves.
What do you do?