The outpouring of light was what gave away something was far off now, the man previously leaned against the wall was not just out of breath from the conflict, but that his silence was not willful. All other distractions paled, truly faded away, with the surge of light in the dusty, dark, blood spattered stone hall and the attention of the onlookers was certainly in Price's way when they at last could see clearly once more. Jaegar's approach to the now obviously arrowless cleric was a distinct mixture caution dashed with distrust, while the woman at the door had turned about only to seek the keys then find herself temporarily disoriented.

She in turn blinked, eyes narrowed a bit in frustration, but crouched down to the pile of assorted findings to take up the key. One palm to the floor, she looked back to the two men, the sitting of which remained where he was to catch his breath and the other, both swords in hand, nearing the secured door beyond. Watching as she was, still preoccupied with her business, she noted the robed man approach and offer his aid.

"The door's locked... for the moment at least." Kerris remarked, placing down her spear and setting the key in her pocket with a practiced sleight of her hand; her returning fingers parted through the coins with a clink, thinking but to herself how best to divvy out their findings.

"[i]Now[/i] you are well?" 

The druid meanwhile inquired, outstretched palm offered in turn to stand the injured man back to his feet. Sincere enough his expression, more lost than anything and quite woefully out of element, but it at least carried that genuineness to it; it was not concealed under any thin guise of superiority or feigned knowing. At most it was that Geraint now knew beyond a doubt the other man possessed magical powers, likely as the woman did if she called herself a "spell thief". Regardless, it changed nothing in his naïve approach short of making him continually remind himself that this was not the world outside; that the dangers were quite different. He would need be more careful...

At last satisfied with her decision, pretending to be ignoring the people about her as she had worked to gather the metal reward, she began heaping the coins into her pouch. She paid no mind where they went in there, at least for the moment, being more pressed to continue their delving.

"Before anyone says anything, we'll split these later. Now isn't the time." She said, looking to Jaegar first then continuing on with her attention on the loot as they clattered to a stop in the sack, "When I open the door with the key, be ready. I'd rather avoid our last attempt."

Scornful, she shifted her attention to the other two and the shadowy silhouette of the great cat not far into the past room. Quietly, almost content with itself, it laid there - moving no more than giving the subtle curl of its tail. The manner in which its cupped ears turned and listened suggested it had no real desire to be surprised in of itself given all the company behind it. Geraint, whose eyes shifted from Price to Kerris, noted her upset.

"Yes... that would be wise. I will see to it that our friend is more set to lead than us." The hooded man answered despite not having been called upon, seeing now how the woman relieved the slain elves of one of their bows, slinging it across her person and adjusting the manner its string sat over her chest.

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Kerris takes the key under the impression it will open the door. She also takes the sixty gold pieces and one of the elven bows, as well as any salvageable arrows.
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Wiping the dust from her hands and some of the red tinged coins, she approached the door. Producing the found key, she sighed quietly and shook her head; the woman was not of any fondness for whatever was likely to be on the other side of this door. At least this time the deadly beast would be leading rather than one of them...

[@ELGainsborough]