Ptolmek knew those inside the chamber had escaped a certain death trap. However, his curiosity got the best of him and he peered inside. The Armory held only dusty armaments which would not have any use to him. Turning with a huff he proceeded down the hall and turned into the westbound corridor.
Miranda shook off the effects of the hard fall. She nodded in admiration of the deadly trap. Sand could kill as easily as water - it flooded the lungs just as menacingly. Death came too easily for the unwary explorer. She got the cobwebs out of her brain and looked around the room more closely.
She inspected the corners in the ceiling from which the sand had poured. The blocks of granite appeared seamlessly fit into their notches, and there appeared to be no method of moving them again. Not that she wanted to invite danger again, but she was intrigued by this particular trap.
While he imagined the early years with the missus, his feet guided him out into the hallway. One of the adventurers commented on the tattered crossbow he was toting. Sure enough what was just recently ornate decoration was moth-eaten tatters. He left the crossbow behind as he headed through the hall back into the south western room.
Morcant chuckled to himself as he watched the aura of the dwarf turn to an amorous shade. One thing did strike him about the dwarf's thoughts: this was the second mysterious rune they had encountered so far. He asked the other adventurers if they could spot a pattern in the usage of runes here.
The first seemed to emanate darkness and this one a gilded light. Perhaps the next would create heated water for all we knew, but he felt sure this was not the last rune they would encounter.
The party took Ptolmek's lead and assembled in marching order down the westbound corridor. A steady whistle can be heard throughout the bending hallway. Some unfinished construction indicates expansion of the vault was begun in this hallway. Now the dust and grime of centuries has piled up, rendering the mason's plans useless.
At the far western terminus of the hallway, the group found a dead end. Backtracking and taking a side corridor led them back to the familiar Inner Sanctum and a gory display of weapons proficiency.
What do you do?