Skillfully ignoring Hindle and Merton's whining and urging, Brickowsky decides on the correct key, deliberately inserts it into the lock and opens it without haste. If you're in a hurry, you just can't afford to be hastily- old words. Genuine words. Slow and steady wins the race. Once more.
Entering the room behind the wonderous door, the dwarf sighs in relief. Luck belongs to the brave. The magician smugly scratches his chin and is amazed at what can be found here. So much potentially magical stuff! His hands start to sweat and his eyes take on a strange shine.
He, in addition, gives the torch a extended, suspicious look. Who probably lit this? A torch burns for approx. 1 hour. Could this be the result of the disappearance of this odd Rumwell character? Hardly. They've presumably been on the road too long for that now, right?
When Leana suddenly rushes forward, the dwarf also realizes that these treasures are well guarded, the magician wakes up from his thoughts and spreads his arms with a theatrical gesture to let Magic rain down on the oozes.
MAGIC! Worth the capitals!
OOC:
Could it have been Rumwell, considering our short rest etc., or does that seem unlikely to Brickowsky?
How are the Oozes? Can I bring them into the radius of the Shatter Spell? Or a Thunderwave? Needless to say without hurting Leana!
Shatter: erupts from a point of your choice within range. Each creature in a 10-foot-radius sphere centered on that point
Thunderwave: Each creature in a 15-foot cube originating from you
