
Deccon covers himself with his shield and pulls back out of the doorway. "By the gods, this tomb is a damn death-trap!" He pulls a dart clear from his mail and notices the black discolouration on its tip. "Poison" he utters with a grimace.
"Nobody else hit? Good. Brother Loren would would mind sneaking a look and saying a prayer, one of them got through my armour and nicked me."
"We must proceed cautiously in this chamber, but I'm thinking that between the poisoned darts and the wax seal, there must be something worth protecting in here. What do the rest of you think, should we search the sarcophagus?"