In the wake of the rush, the unsettling calm ambiance set in with the last figure falling to the musty floor. The stone, now slick with blood, revealed little of anything it seemed on initial inspection - nothing more than a sturdy iron door, a quality none too strange in was the ruins of this manmade structure. The most interesting of things they had seen before in the form of quite old plate armor, but before the young man in drab cloth could even see himself down the stairs to the actual point of battle, the woman set about examining her foes. She crouched beside one, resting only a single knee to the floor and inspected the body, giving only a cold glance at the two men present and being wary enough not to confront the savageness of a tiger in the eye.

Calm footfall nearing the portal into the room of battle, the robed stranger appeared, hand resting on the hilt of his dagger. Overlooking the scene and filled with the sheer visceral reaction it evoked in the body, spirit and mind, he only sighed; at least it was a quick death. He minded none the woman as her deft hands patted down the first body, searching for anything out of the norm, as she seemed determined and with mission in mind, only instead now walking closer to the remaining trio and not far from the rusting iron door. His steps avoiding the bodies, let alone stepping over them or into the collecting blood, he accepted things as they were... or as much he could.

"I take it you are all well?" Geraint said, looking them over in brief, unaware how they had suffered a trapped needle's prick.

"I'm fine," Kerris replied plainly, still searching the bodies by rummaging their pockets and setting aside anything she found, "But let me handle the door."

Adjusting his hood a bit in discomfort at how abrasive and direct the woman was, the warden nodded in slight, looking back to the other two and unaware as to just what events in particular transpired. All that he knew was that the door before them surely led to something, something the elves were eager to see through and carry out or so he posited.

"If we are all well, we shouldn't tarry [i]too[/i] long then. I think these elves had some other more urgent mission here."

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Kerris rummages through the elves' persons, checking them over for any loot, information or objects of interest. She rolls an [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1370]11[/url] for Search. After searching them, she will search the door for any obvious traps using her [i]Trapfinding[/i] ability. She rolls a poor [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1371]7[/url] on her Search, being too rushed and distracted.
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Shaking her head slightly, a few rogue strands of her fiery hair about her face, the woman stood to her feet and approached the door, starting to look it over. Yet, the underlying presence of giving these strange men, worse yet a tiger, her back kept her full attention far and away; she voiced her disapproval, commenting on it.

"Part through whatever I found and call off your tiger, I can feel it staring at me."

Right she was after all, for the instinct of the fearsome cat urged it to act, abated in severity only by the intense bond it shared with its mortal cohort. Everything in its nature, as the woman was distracted looking over the door, wanted it to pounce once again; combat having ended not but minutes ago and the scent of blood still thick in the air. To all present's fortune, the beast obeyed the contrary urge Geraint impressed upon it and it soon picked itself up from the reddened room, back out again to the larger one they had entered from.

[@ELGainsborough]