Davik glares at Hunter, as he does as he asks. He had almost finished mourning the loss of his friend, but Hunter had opened the old wound
Out of Character: I'd like to pick the lock on the door.
The party finishes up gathering the treasure from the room. Delgar takes the staff and Gabriel takes the morningstar.
Moving to the door, the party stands ready as Davik inspects the door. There are no traps and it is not locked. Opening the door, the party finds a room that appears to have been quarters for the family servants. The room is now completely filled with a mass of giant spider webs. Three giant spiders sit in the webs staring at you as the door swings open.
Davik says: "Sorry to disturb you," and shuts the door "We should probably prepare for battle" Davik casually draws his bow and waits for the spiders to break down the door.
Edited: rossaldinho on 15th Dec, 2016 - 9:51am
"Crap, so much for trying to find a place to hole up for the night. Hopefully those spiders fear us more than we fear them and don't come out of that room. Anyone have nails and we can seal this thing up using my Warhammer?"
Hunter comments, "I don't see them as breaking down the door but there might be treasure in there for those of you greedy enough to get it. Now, shall we find a way out or are we going to attack every monster we find?"
"Maybe we should use cleaning fire," Gabriel asks, growing a bit pale. He never did like spiders, but if he has to fight with his long sword or morningstar he would. For the moment though, setting down his gear, the paladin hoped others might consider his words while preparing to fight with his weapon before and raising his shield.
As the party considers what they should do about the spiders in the next room, you hear a voice that seems to be coming from Gabriel saying, "Finally, somebody worthy to wield me if not a little too cautious for my taste, but we can work on that!"
The voice seems to be of a slightly higher pitch than what you would expect from a man, a boy perhaps? And it seems to have a bit of a metallic tone to it, kind of like the ringing of a thin sheet of metal.
"Uh, Gabriel," says Davik, subtly drawing his bow, but not knocking it "Is your armour talking?"