Valmjr moved with haste to the doorway at the end of the [i]Hall[/i], the one that led to the crypts below. Though he was singularly focused on reaching the crypt, the rousing speech by the swashbuckler was impossible for him to ignore. A smile crept across his otherwise serious face against his will. He was more and more impressed with the heroic nature of these strangers with each passing minute. 

"I won't allow another world to fall in the clutches of those shady putos... Valmjr, Bourbon, you will have my blade! Let us extinguish these dark invaders, wherever they may hide themselves! Santiago!" the man stated. Valmjr turned to him, to see he had replaced his old weapon with one of the fine swords of the [i]Hall[/i]. Valmjr nodded approvingly.

"A fine eye for weaponry, you have." he said, as the trio walked towards the entrance to the crypt. "That is [i]Jarlbane[/i], a sword wielded by one of my long gone companions. It is said that sword was the one that put an end to Jarl Grundiir, the Tyrant of Fjalheim. Split his belly right open, or so the story-tellers say." He sniffed quickly, at the thought of his dead friend, then added, "Best that you honor that weapon by killing the enemies of Ysgard, rather than leave it to collect dust on a rack somewhere."

Finally, the group approached the door. However, Valmjr could tell right away something was off. After the little gnome failed to open, pushing and pulling on the knocker, Valmjr knew that someone had tampered with it. He squinted, searching for a sign of what ever was holding the door shut. They had to get into the crypts below, they had already wasted enough time eating after the last battle. Determined, Valmjr ran his thumb across the grain of the door, eyed the seams between it and the wall, and tried to recall anything that might prevent the group from accessing the crypts below.


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HP: 40/40
Spell Slots: Level 1 (3/3)

Rolled a 21 (19+2) inspection check to determine what might be holding the door shut.
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