At once, 37 is able to see throughout the room, though the light is dim. Everything is colourless and grey. Three pillars surround a large cauldron, sitting on a pedestal, currently obscured by a tiny cloak chained to it. The little gnome stares blindly into the space, as does his half-orc and halfling companions. The latter hanging from the ceiling. It’s an eerie feeling, knowing they cannot see him.
The warforged can now see the trigger he touched, just below a deep, black crystal that absorbs all light. This crystal sits just above his head, easily in reach. The pillar opposite the cauldron, likewise has a black crystal set into it. Knowing the trap he touched, he notices a similar trap below this crystal as well. The third pillar contains no crystal, but does indeed, also have a trap. He is unsure how to disarm them yet.
As he glances around the small chamber, he notices something, somewhere far beyond the walls of the room. A faint, green spectral glow. Not accustomed to being able to see through walls, 37 has trouble focusing on it. Not since the ghostly circus has he seen something such as this.
