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Berthold draws his bow and steps into room, standing on the south end so he can fire down the hall to the north.

He calls back down the hall, You there! Who are you and what is your business here?

No, you there, replies Uzmatazz as he steps back behold the safety of the wall (out from the corridor entrance).

Thank you, Salty, says Uzmatazz, as he walks around the trigger stone, given that there was no other way to avoid triggering that trap.

He peeks down the tunnel to the north.

Berthold tells the others of the arrow trap.

For some reason, it’s not a common name these days…

Good thing Salty isn’t in his cups like last night , whispers Berthold to Heimer. He was saying “I love you, man” to anyone in earshot. The half-orc cleric was not amused when Salty knocked over her mead and then apologized over and over and over. The kiss he gave her in apology had her seeing red....

Reduced to torch bearer… grumbles Uzmatazz. Again. As he takes the torch and holds it high

Beware the slime, advises Berthold as he lets Salty lead the way.

Uzmatazz rolls his eyes and sighs as the shenanigans of the mental-midgets he’s stuck with.