1: Monastery of the Iron God

Standing a distance away from Lith so as to not give away their location due to the torchlight, Edgar tries to see what the group wants to do.

"so, what should we do now? I think we probably should check for sounds coming from the other rooms. That would give us an idea for which direction we should go. I also don't think we need to be as wary of traps around here.

Lith walks up to one of the boxes and sees if there is any sort of an opening to the container.
"I believe it would also be nice to finally find something to fill in our pockets!"

Amongst the containers, you find: 3 large barrels of embalming fluids; 2 barrels of stagnant water; 1 box of alum powder; 1 box of surgical instruments; and a long spool of catgut threat. It takes some time to go through all this, though the ensuing silence is something of a comfort.

Not seeing anything of particular interest, Lith leaves others to pick their loot. Should all do the same, he would pack the alum powder and the surgical instruments and move them to the "jar exit" to be taken later. He also turns to Czespecem.
"Would you mind going straight for trap searching next time we go through the loot? Could save us a bit of time."

The elf then suggests to go through the door to the left next.

Benetolio looks over the contents of the containers but finds nothing of immediate interest or use. However, he does take mental note of each.

The young wizard then nods in agreement with Lith's assessment. The elf seemed very wise and seasoned but then again, Lith could be 200 years old for all he knew. Elves were said to live for a very long time.

He ponders this point for a short while and then eventually brings himself back to the moment. "Right. Very interesting items. They may become useful later."

OOC: Move into position. Ready to continue.

Czespecem listens carefully at door A.

This room contains several smashed barrels and wooden boxes, but is otherwise empty. A door stands shut along the western wall.

Lith stops as the group enters another room.
"Perhaps we should try the next exit from the storehouse? This path looks like it had already been looted."

"Let's see if there's a way to barricade this door, here," suggests Czespecem. He looks to see whether the western door can be wedged with barrel staves.

Between the pieces of wood and the barrels, it is quite simple to barricade the door.

Derrick leaves his fellow adventurers to searching and gathering of find items, really only taking a mental not of the surgical instruments. That said he does not let his guard down as he keeps his shield and eyes up looking for danger.

He does nod his approval of Częspecem’s suggest to barricade the door, and helps get the job done.

"Done this before, haven't you?"
Lith grins at the dwarf, before following the group back.

"when i had heard tales of this place, it seemed more sinister. Do you think the tales were false? Perhaps all of the danger lies in the center of the monastery." Edgar does seem to relax somewhat, though he does keep his weapon at the ready.

The door opens into a featureless hallway that extends thirty feet before turning sharply to the east.

Czespecem and Rogar advance to the turn. Brogan follows, holding a torch in one hand, weapon in the other.

As the companions march forward, they find themselves looking down the passage to the east. Ten feet down this new direction stands a door. A hint of mustiness seems to float down the passage from the doorway, but it is faint and disappears before any of you are convinced it existed in the first place.

Czespecem advances to the door, and checks for traps ...