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"The same goes for everyone, anyone with a bad injury I have one healing potion that you may have."

Looks to the others.

"From what I've heard of Liches in my travels, if that is what we're up against, I don't believe we stand a chance. So I hope for that is not what we find behind those doors."

The tattooed half-orc makes a gesture with his hand and the other men with him begin moving back down the northern hallway, towards the disabled spike pit. "Well, I know tha' he sure is one ugly, smelly sod! Sure looks 'live enough thoough. But I've no quarrel wi' 'im me-self. I ain't run inta any of his buggers tha' caused me any trouble." Reimar adds, also backing off down the hallway he came through.

now that the half orcs are backing away, I turn to look at the newcommer of the group "And what is your name, sir? I apoligize for not saying something sooner, but there were matters we had to deal with first. I am Tanith of the order of the Burning Tiger. I will allow the others to introduce themselves, but we must make the introductions quick, as time is very limited." I turn towards the door, and then realize something. "We have lost the bard who could open doors for us. Might you have any skill in that? If not, we may have to resort to kicking in the door, and that would not help us to take our enemy by surprise"

As he contemplated his options, ebrak let his fingers slip from the fletched end of the arrow, until it slid neatly into the se groove of the bow held in place by two fingers. He'd already come this far, and it seemed that they'd really need the help.

He slipped the single arrow back into its quicker as he watched the thevies depart. "He nods to the other that asks his name, and speaks. "Well met, Tanith. My name is Ebrak, Ebrak Nyrss. This necromancer is everyone's problem, so I would be willing to help you."

He glances to the remainder of the group with darting yellow eyes shrouded beneath a hood's shadow. Well, at least this bunch seemed easier to get along with, perhaps he'll get lucky and another of his comrades was following an even more fruitful lead even now? It didn't matter now, he'd have to put that out of his mind, he'd just have to worry about guding this group though this place in one peice.

As the other theives file out down the rough-hewn hallway, Reimar remains standing near the end of the hall, smiling slightly. He says nothing as one of his companions (Ebrak) leaves the group to speak with Tanith. As a couple of you near the door you can no longer see him down the short hallway.

The door is identical to the other two entrances to this room. Large, and made from heavy stone. You guess it will probably be at least as loud to open. There is simply a large curved handle on the door, it opens by pulling it inward, towards you.

Ebrak noted the departure of the others with a cold silence. He never trusted Reimar, and for good reason. It was going to be difficult now, at least before he could've kept his eyes on him.

"Tanith, wait a moment, please."

He approached the monk and the door. "Can I take a look at the door first? It might be prudent to check it for traps." He had no idea just what was trapped or not by the fire knives, and if there was a necromancer here, he probably had his own defenses ready.

He simply nods and offers an awkward smile. "Don't mention it, you shouldn't have been stranded down here anyways." His attention turned to the door now, kneeling until he was about even with the handle to scrutinize it. He examined it carefully, and he lightly ran his fingers over the handle and the stone around it, looking for anything suspicous.

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