A loud bang could be heard, eliciting a shocked Yelp from Pylia and Shortfang as the heavy metal door seized up and drops into the ground. Shortfang had jumped back with his sword at the ready expecting a fight, but seeing that all is safe he just looked at you. “Wow! That worked?” Pylia checked the entrance itself, making sure it won’t come up and trap them inside. “Impressive. An obviously magic door, but with a mechanical design. You’ll have to tell me about this ‘Thousand Nights’ take when we’re done here. For now let’s move on.”

After Shortfang got his gear back on he took out the antitoxin and drank it. “Bleh! Bitter!” He coughed heavily before drinking some water from his canteen. “Ugh... Drink up boss. Might be poison bad guys here.” Pylia nods as she straps her shield on and takes out her club. Her breastplate, which she got from Ferric before they left, fitted her well enough though it was more literal than she’d like as it left some of her midriff exposed. An unfortunate side effect as the man’s armor was fitted for his body shape and not Pylia’s.

“Right then. Let’s establish a matching order.”