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"What are you doing, there'll be time for that later!" Kane admonishes. "Let's get out of here and get paid!" "It can't be this easy though" , he mutters as an afterthought, glancing nervously at the two exits as if expecting some sort of undead spectre to drift through. Apparently, Albrecht hasn't...

Albrecht lifts his eyes in surprise at all the wonders inside the chest. Well gentlemen, we found it!

His curiosity getting the better of him, the cleric reaches for the gold ring set with a black onyx, then unrolls the parchment when he is able, eager to read what it says.

Tor will keep his attention to the south, in case something comes at them from that direction.

Tor accepts the flask from Bert, and takes a swig. Handling it back, he'll suggest, "Let's keep going," and points south.

Tor, not keen on reading himself, eagerly awaits Brother Bert's report. He'll examine the timber/rubble in the southeast corner of the room, poking with the tip of his sword if necessary.

Welcome, Bill! What kind of music do you like to play?

BECMI was my first love for D&D, but I've come to appreciate the concision of B/X.

It's a deal, Fauk, Tor says with a grin. He looks with interest at the glowing blade, then decides to keep an eye out for pink bunny rabbits beating drums.
OC: So, head down the stairs?

Albrecht dumps out the contents of his water skin, then refills it with the two doses of the healing potion, unless there's something in his clerical training that tells him this isn't a good idea. Looks like most of this stuff is over my head, he'll confess after examining the books on the shelf. T...

Albrecht examines the contents of the bookshelf, as well as the beakers and vials. If time allows, he'll also inspect the treasure chest.

Tor nods with satisfaction after cleaving the rat in two. The sword is yours, Fauk. You paid for it with your blood, he'll add with a chuckle.