Alyssa set to work carefully distrupting the magical energies of the symbol.  Wood was a little harder to work with than stone or tile,  the trick was to fiddle your carving tool,  delicately,  into the engraving itself and slowly peeling away at it without appying too much pressure.  Magic of any kind needed all of its symbology present in order to function,  and the disruption of any of the lines in the symbol would suffice,  so long as she didn't pick a false line woven as a trap for foolish rogues.  Alyssa didn't consider herself to be foolish however,  and was confident she's selected a vital curve.

She nodded at Jarvis' assessment that this was a temple to Nerull,  not that anyone could see her.  [color=ed1c24]"Death is the last, truest silence after all,  makes sense.  The dead hold secrets lost to the living,  danger up along with reward I suppose."[/color] She spoke quietly.

[color=ed1c24]"The door at the back is detrapped,  but I can hardly keep quiet going through it.  Someone else should probably go first."[/color]