"That sounds reasonable, but if anyone else has any other plans, feel free?"

Skrax stood with staff extended as the walls closed in on the group. Perched amongst the rubble of the former button pedestal, he scanned the rest of the room, even as the whirling blades of death drew ever closer. He was no closer to finding a way out, and certainly these blades were the end of many a wandering sellsword. 

The ceiling.

What was on the ceiling?

"Fellows, perhaps we should also consider going up and out of this deathtrap?"