After being put through the ringer for as long as they could remember, the mercenaries in Bthamz experienced a rare success, let alone one that could have very well been a failure. The centurion remained immobilized just long enough for Roze and an Ashlander to trigger valves flanking its sides. Additional steam thanks to Niernen blasting open the overhead pipes disallowed it from taking any defensive or offensive measures. Two hot water tanks rumbled and groaned, and within harrowing seconds, cracks started to appear on their brass surfaces. The one Roze tempered with collapsed first, with leaks undermining lower supports and tumbling straight into the centurion. On the contrary, the Ashlander didn't get far with his luck. As his tanks exploded right in the middle, sending giant chunks of metals flying, one of which exacted vengeance on its saboteur, killing the Ashlander. However, most of the pieces flew at the centurion. Combined with the first toppling tank, the centurion appeared to have collapsed and no longer functioning, or that's what it seemed as the steams cleared.

At the same time, many other mechanisms exploded or went haywire in their own ways. In the room center, the Dunmers accompanying Hlaalu were killed by a variety of hazards. Narivar and his companion were affected as well. As soon as Do'Karth made his entrance, Narivar's partner charged forth with a chitin dagger. Narivar tried to hold him back, but to his disappointment, the only thing his tribesman got was falling debris from above. A jet of steam first damaged his face, then, a piece of ceiling foundation smashed the dark elf flat. Sounds of the centurion collapsing brought both Narivar and Do'Karth out of their focus, when they finaly returned to each other, Narivar was still standing with glass spear in one hand, and the Dwemer key in the other.

Besides Narivar, the remaining survivors of his company were the two Dunmers near the doorway, both decided to follow Niernen in a mass of confusion. Hlaalu was alive as well, though he was half-buried underneath a pile of rubble. 

"It's over." Madura observed, coming out of whatever hidey-hole he went into. "Wait, where is Narivar?" The journalist swung his head around wildly. "Brother, are you out there?" 

Seeing nothing around, Madura leaped right into the room center. Edith came by not fast enough to stop his stupidity, for the second time, it seemed. With a grumble, she followed Madura over the centurion carcass. Stepping carefully as if to not awaken a sleeping beast. Nothing moved on the machine, saved for pieces left dangling from impact. Still, steam and dust lingered around. The visibility cleared slightly because everything that could blow up had already blown up. To people outside, clouds of hot vapor streamed out steadily. To the people inside, however, the room remained a choking, sweating and blinding mess. Moisture clung to armor, clothing and skin, making already on-edge folks feeling even less reasonable.

"You're still alive!" Madura exclaimed once he made it past the scrap heap. Seeing Narivar in a standoff with Do'Karth, Madura ran forward to defuse the situation. He didn't go anywhere, for Edith finally caught up and tackled the journalist to the ground. 

"That's enough trouble you're causing today." Edith berated. She proceeded to tie Madura's limbs up with a length of rope and gag his loud mouth with a handkerchief. 

"Yes I am," Narivar said, "and unlike many of my brothers." He looked forlornly at several dead Ashlanders through the thinning mist. "I don't care what kind of pirates, gravediggers, thieves or lowlifes you are, but you will not steal treasures rightfully belonging to my king." The elf stood firm.

"This key opens what we all sought after," he emphasized on the object in his offhand and the door behind him, "and you shall not take it from me alive!" He stuffed it in his mouth and swallowed in one fell swoop. After that, he talked again after gulping down the object. "Madura is right about one thing though," speaking with the obvious difficulty of metal in his throat, "this day does not need to have more deaths, your deaths; so leave right now!"

Marching up to Do'Karth's side, Edith stared uncomfortably at the dead Dunmer between them and Narivar. Clearly, that person was not getting up again, because his head was crushed like a spoiled tomato. "We got him outnumbered," Edith whispered her assessment to the Khajiit, "go left, I'll attack from the right."