The charred chest almost seemed to peer back at the half orc as he came close to its fireworn surface. Its hard, aged steel, its body buried in the dirt and debris of the rat's lair. It did indeed stand out, what with its rusted edges and being the only thing of any apparent value beyond the odds and ends the overgrown vermin had collected here. Yet as he seemed to investigate it, a hand reaching out to touch it, he paused instinctively at the call of the man behind him, a firm warning of [i]"I don't trust it....stay on your guard."[/i]

Vah'lux had the scent of blood on her mind, the call of the hunt plucking at the back of her thoughts. It drove her to keep fighting, to find something to put her axe through in her fury in this cramped, foul place. It all too much reminded her of the pit the orcs sentenced her to at her youngest, fending off emaciated beasts, wounded prisoners, anything and everything to toughen her up for the real events. It was, rightfully, the type of thing that tried her spirit, her heart. This place of shadows in flickering lantern light and its wicked air, it called back to her place of traumatizing events past. 

Her focus was briefly shifted as the man-orc stepped around the apparent mystery. It kept her grounded again while only serving the remind her that this was trivial work for her, let alone being trapped in literal burrows underground, scurrying like the animals she was tasked with slaying unlike the proud warrior she should be. Gorosk, however, was pleased to discover that so far as his eyes could pierce the darkness and the faint lantern light, no obvious signs of anything wrong made themselves evident with the chest. This was ignoring the refuse of old armor, weapons, grass, food, bone and rot that the rats had collected, of course. Regardless, it appeared the chest sunk in the mud was moved here with purpose and likely had its original resting place in the farmhouse, perhaps even hidden in the wall that led to this chamber now.

Calling out for the others to join him, only Tracan stood apart, idly holding her bow again and seemingly listening for the rats like a viper poised to strike.

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Gorosk notices nothing out of the ordinary in his Search (Int) check toward the chest.[/hider]
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