Chapter 2: Voices in the Dark

Crow begins the dilligent task of disabling the locking mechanism securing the deadbolt. Gently goading the pins within the lock to release the mechanism. Familiar with such locks, as the temple had trained him to break them in pursuit of knowledge. "They probably left a nasty surprise for us." He whispers as he works.

As Crow works on the lock, Tom looks about-- are there any nearby ladders that could lead to the same general area up above? It might be useful to come at whoever is above from multiple angles, and it may get them close enough to stay on the trail if Crow has trouble freeing the door.

Trig looks at Crow with astonished admiration, her mouth agape. "You...you opened that door even though there was no hardware on this side??" She grins. "You're a magic man!" Then she proceeds up the ladder after him. As they look around the boxes and barrels while the others climb the ladder (which probably takes some doing for Oshgal), Trig shoots Crow an occasional glance when he's not looking. "...amazing magic man!" she murmurs to herself with a sappy grin. If Koko could roll its eyes, it would. The crab has seen Trig crush on boys before.

"Its not magic." Crow chuckled shaking his head and showed the probe and tension wrench to Trig. "Just fine tools and deft hands. If there wasnt a seam I couldn't have done anything."

Crow, who wore the holy symbol of the god of paladins seemed an odd paladin. He was also completely oblivious to Trig's awkward flirting. But it wad probable growing up in the temple left Crow even more socially awkward.

Crow begins to search the barrels for something of value or use.

Rolling

Trig searches just to be doing what Crow is doing, but she keeps stealing glances at him.

"Good show!" Tom congratulates Trig as the door triggers, having climbed up the ladder as the others searched. He moves to inspect the mechanism "An impressively concealed device, I don't know that I would have thought to even look there. "

"Well, I..." Trig falters, then draws herself up in an attempt to look dignified (difficult with a crab on your head and dripping with slime from the sewer). "...sometimes it takes a genius!" Then she giggles, unable to say this with a straight face. "...and sometimes just a klutz!" She moves with the others to look through the newly-revealed door.

Tom readies his bow and follows carefully after Trig--this doesn't seem like a typical door, so whatever they're entering could be actively in use by enemy agents who aren't expecting visitors to find their way in and won't be happy to see them.

"Good find Trig."

Crow pressed on into the opening carefully moving forward silently as possible.