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Caramon and Sturm push open the door and step inside, swords at the ready. Laurana nocks an arrow and pulls it back on her bowstring tensely. Riverwind narrows his eyes, ready to shoot the first thing that moves. Goldmoon shines her light into the room, a prayer on her lips.

Stepping through the door the party finds...they find...

A long corridor, at least twenty feet wide. There is no sign of anyone or anything, at least in the range of Goldmoon's light spell.

Goldmoon had been holding her breath, now she releases it with relief. "This looks safe enough, can anyone of us find unsafe buildings or secret doors?"

Laura steps forward alongside Sturm. She glances around looking for anything unusual. Magpie tries to see if the floor is changing in level.

"This place is a maze, yet another corridor."Laurana comments, she belonged in the woods.

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"Yes, stay close, anything could happen." Sturm keeps brightblade drawn and ready.

Tas sneaks forward looking for secret doors. He whistles as he slips ahead of the group by a few feet. (( GM can roll as needed. Tas moves forward until they stop him or he comes to a corner as he searches. ))

The floor seems to remain level, as far as Magpie can tell.

(OOC: Does anyone try and stop Tas at any point or just let him keep going?)

Laurana grabs Tas by the arm, "No Tas, we search slowly."

(Spot secret doors: 1d6=4 Failure)

"Awe" Tas complains briefly and opts for the upclose search effort at that point.

There are no signs of secret doors in this corridor.

"Let's keep going," Eben suggests.

Tika follows along after the group quietly.

"Yes, there could be spiders." Tas pipes up cheerfully and resumes his careful inspection of the walls as they move. He checks the floors, too. The roof is not neglected, either. He keeps an eye out for anything.

Riverwind continues slowly, next to Goldmoon, bow at the ready with an arrow nocked.

Laurana walks ahead with Sturm and Tas, she keeps her eyes open and an arrow notched.

"Be careful, watch where you are going." Sturm comments as they walk.

The party very slowly and cautiously moves forward for two minutes, covering about 120 feet. The corridor then widens to sixty feet, still continuing forward. The air in the room is stale and musty; loose boulders and stones litter the floor, but apparently a wide path runs down the center of the corridor. This path is free of any speck of dust.

"Who wants to go first?" Tas inquires and steps up to volunteer.

"I say we all just stick together," Tika says. "Though, it does seem odd this place is dust free."