Cyrdic didn't know if the rats had lain charges, or if they had a new invention that had gone haywire, but he didn't want to stick around and find out. Cyrdic yanked off the rat Camilla had dispatched, and in turn caught her as the explosions behind her knocked her forward. He held her steady, and yelled above the cacophony of screams. "We have to go!" He had felt like telling her off about how her curiosity had gotten them into this, but she had just saved his life, so he would save it. He was just happy she was ok.

With that, he pulled her with him toward the back end of the Hall, hoping to Sigmar he was going the right way. Only a few Skaven stood in their way. Cyrdic's broadsword split the skull of one, and he gutted another while Camilla did her bladework. As they made it to the end, Cyrdic grabbed one of the three torches that hung upon the walls to take with them. Together they plunged into a cavernous door, only to find the dark ground did not reach past three paces, leading to a precarious drop. 

Cyrdic couldn't stop his momentum in time, and fell in. Suddenly, he felt his weight pulling him down like a dropped anvil. He cried out, and fell what he could guess later was a story in height. What he landed on wasn't stone, however. He seemed to have dropped upon a mound of something hard and divided, rolling down a small hill before hitting the stone. 

The brand with him had fallen atop the pile, and he lifted his head to see the fire reflecting on the very real Gold coins he had landed on. Various items, trinkets, and bejeweled weapons were sprawled out and splayed upon the walls. It was a great vaultroom, filled with riches beyond compare. The very walls shined by the firelight. 
[@Penny]