Greenest: Marpenoth 22nd, 1489 DR

Years of exposure and neglect have corroded the lock on the exit grate.

As you begin to turn the key, it moves about a quarter of the way before catching on something internally and snapping off inside the lock.

Sclasclemski sent a note to Qralloq,Danab

Bartholomew messes with the gate for a moment and finally pushes with great force and with a sound of metal creaking and finally breaking the door pushes open.

Seeing the Raiders, Damien's training has him come to a complete stop, raising a clenched fist. Then quickly crouching down, his open palm, downturned, pats the air. Turning to Kel he whispers softly, "Looks like they are setting an ambush. Prep a spell that can hit and fast. Closest target. When I fire." Turning to look back down range, he gauges the distance to the Raiders.

Grounding the tips of the Rapier and the Short sword into the riverbed sand, promising himself silently to oil the blades first chance he gets, he readies his shortbow and draws forth an arrow, nocking it.

I must be the most unobservant rogue on the planet, or at least the dice roller thinks so. ugh!

Perception check with disadvantage for whoever is scouting