[center][h2]Urik[/h2][/center]

The sight of the stones elicited some amount of curiosity from Urik, but it wasn't anything he was about to pay much attention to. Instead, the clear implication that someone had been here for a long time was far more worrying. Stopping in the middle of what was left of the courtyard to the building, Urik cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders, and unsheathed one of his daggers. Motioning to Herrik to be quiet, he crouched slightly, making sure to keep his footsteps silent, further masking them by "cushioning" his steps with smoke produced from his magic.

The door was just begging to be opened, and Urik was suspicious. He almost felt like this was too easy... Was this a trap? Thinking to himself as he approached it, he decided to test his theory. Before entering, he simply placed his hand on the door, and gave it a good push open, to see if it was booby trapped. If not, then he simply enters.