Amal shrugged, an easy smile on his lips accompanying his raised brow. "Sure, you can join us." He said, and it seemed no problem to him. She had carried herself well in the fight against the goblins. Dwarfs were short, but they carried around a lot of muscle, even the women it seemed. Zwili seemed relieved at his acceptance, giving a curt nod and a salute with her newly found axe. Amal placed a finger on Emmaline's lips when she opened them, and he gave her a wink. "Now that we are traveling together, can you tell us where we might find some treasures here?" Amal asked, crossing his arms as if it was the most pragmatic thing to ask. Zwili's eyes widened, but the luster in them died down after a moment from sheer willpower. "If I had no taken my oaths, I would have already taken half and ran off. But gold has no place in my life now, or...vast riches, at least. I'll still take some so I can survive long enough for a good death. I hear Grimnir looks down upon-" She continued for another minute, lost in her monologue, convincing herself she wouldn't lose herself to gold lust. Meanwhile, the mere acknowledgement there [i]was[/i] some vast treasure in the caverns made Amal and Emmaline's faces light up. A goblin ran past them into another corridorm the soft padding of its feet rapidly approaching and just as suddenly disappearing making Emmaline jump a bit. The last few hours the little creatures had fallen to infighting. Amal had seen half a dozen diminutive green corpses on the rocky ground, and little figures darting out of the way wherever they walked. Whatever they were doing, they wanted to stay away from the sorcerer's killers. It seems the slaying had given quite the impression. Amal had to admit, he enjoyed being feared, if only for the hilarity of it. "Follow me," Zwili said, raising her axe as if it were a standard. Amal helped Emmaline to her feet, and the three of them walked into the hallway, their bellies full for now. About two hundred meters away, through five different tunnels and up a strange, carved stairway of marble, Zwili pulled back a curtain to reveal an elaborate bedroom, its back wall strangely ornate with parallel markings while the other walls were lines with foreign trophies and hugged by desks with beakers and eldritch texts. Amal's eye caught a few of the more noteworthy items, but Zwili walked over to the back wall and uttered something unintelligable, knocking on the wall three times with her knuckles before spouting off "Coredok!" in a command. The ground reverberated ever so slightly as the wall began to pick itself up, sliding into the ceiling with a harsh rumble. The gleam of the room was hard to look upon for a moment, but once their eyes adjusted, even Amal gasped. Thousands of gold coins were made into a rough pile, a veritable mountain of treasure. The gold wasn't all polished, and there were numerous coins of brass and copper and silver, but the gold far outweighed every other metal. Zwili turned around without even giving it a look, knowing she wouldn't be able to look away if she had laid her eyes upon it. "Last time I was in here, the sight broke my spell and I was punished severely for disobeying Zar. I'll go and find somewhere to sleep before the morning." Was her parting words, and she marched out with a stern countenance.