Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

Investigating the remains

Meepo looks away from L's compliment bashfully. "Aww it was nothing! Sometimes I get really scared or mad and stuff like that happens but it doesn't always work."

He looks around and as both L and Tryne ask the possible origin Meepo responds with. "Well there does seem to be a faint smell of sulfur which could indicate either a summon or a construct with a chemical element made in the construction."

He continues to look around

Through Meepo’s knowledge of potions, ingredients and his own connection with the weave, he recognizes the flame was a living spell. In this case, a living fireball spell. A construct released during the Day of Mourning, but also known to escape the control of casters in the grey. The kobold finds quite a bit of pure sulphur in the area, a known component of the fireball spell. Created for destruction, it’s all the living spell would know.

As everyone is resting up, Torhak notices the daytime beginning to wane. The rest has taken up much of the remaining daylight. It’s likely they only have two hours of light left. The alcove provides some cover and appears defendable should they need to stay the night. There appears to be no immediate threat nearby. The tumbling stones are likely from little critters that somehow survive this wretched land. The doors into the cliff and the warehouse beyond them, also appear solid enough to secure whatever is inside and likely would provide protection. They are clearly wide enough to fit the cart. Likely for ease of loading for the armies of Cyre.

Meepo takes a few steps back to make sure there is a least 25 feet between him and the door for when Vice attempts to open it

Vice moves his mage hand towards the doors to find them either secured or much too heavy for his magical hand. No traps are set off by the mage hand’s attempts.

From his time in the Cyran army, 37 would recognize the doors as a supply depot. He would also know that if the doors have not been secured from inside, it would still take the strength of a couple of warforged to open and close them.

Laulalith inspects the door. She doesn’t sense any magic immediately nearby. She confirms the doors are not trapped. Instead, she finds a small gap between the doors, revealing a single wooden beam, barring the doors from inside the warehouse. The beam is not large for such a door and intuitively she knows it should be easily lifted. Two handles are elegantly carved into each of the doors.

Using the light available, her keen eyes can see a large empty room beyond the doors. As Torhak suggests and confirming 37s plan, they should no issues backing their cart into the warehouse.