Without further ado, Weasel sets to his task. He searches the entirety of the room with a quickness and efficiency that belies his age. First, he starts with the stacks of pelts, carpet and skins where the deader made his lair. They smell of rancid death and none of them promise any return if brought back to market - more likely, any self respecting merchant would tell the party to take them out back and burn them.

He continues to the bed on the upper wall. Despite it's opulence, a thick coat of dust covers the mattress and all the exposed parts of the bed and frame itself. The bed screen is made of fine silk, but even that is ruined - one touch causes a large swath to fall free to to floor. Weasel's attempt to pick it up causes it to disintegrate.

With a frustrated grunt, he moves on to the escritoire. Here he takes great care: checking diligently for traps, snares, hidden compartments, etc. Finding nothing out of the normal, he slides open the front cover and studies within.

Turning to his fellows, he said, "Nice desk, not worth toting around though." With a wink for Uthecar, he adds, "Unless you wish to carry it on your back, Master Dwarf!"

Turning back, he pulls open three small compartments within. The first has parchment, dried and crumbling like the silk bedcovers. The second has a quill and and a glass container that holds dried ink. As he opens the third, the party hears him mutter a soft, "Aha!"

Turning around, it appears he holds open a small, wooden box, like a keep sake or cigar box. Within sits a small blue felt bag. Opening the bag, he draws in a deep breath then let's out a slow whistle."

"Fharlangn's Hairy Balls, would you look at this, lads!"

From the bag falls two small gems, perhaps the size of an infant's fingernail. But that's not what catches everyone's eyes: It is the gem encrusted necklace that causes a stir among the party. Each crowds around the young man to get a better look.

Shaking his head, Weasel laughed. "And you wanted to move on!"

Kullonar raises an eyebrow at the find.
"Well done, young rogue. Should fetch a fair price once we are back among the civilized."

Myrrick raises an eyebrow at the impressive find, "We might be rich if we get out of here alive."

Bruknar moved forward for a look-see. "Cor, that's lovely. Elf made, unless I'm daft."

Zan took at look at the gem encrusted necklace, taking note of the number of gems and their general shape and size. "Sometime necklaces are magical, based on the dried ink and unused parchment.  It should be tested to see if it is possibly magical."

Zan examined the small box as well.

Uthecar stands passively watching and waiting to kill anything that might happen along.

ooc: Anyone have detect magic?

Zan does, he will need time to prepare the spell.

While the time beneath the surface is difficult to measure - at least for the non-dwarves of the party - your biological clocks tell you that there's still a lot of exploration to be made before finding a hidey-hole in which to sleep. Those of you who hunger can eat as you trek. Those of you not hungry, sip at your waterskins and keep moving forward.

By looks alone, you cannot tell whether the necklace is magic. It is finely crafted, though.

Party's move, what'cher gonna doooo?

Bruno is interested in the necklace, but not really one for jewelry. Rather, he knows there is more to investigate here and likely even more goodies to find and is impatient to get moving.

Turning to Uthecar he says, "You lads in the front have done well enough so far. Lead on!"

Bruknar moves forward, a step behind Uthecar and Myrrick, a step before Kullonar and Bruno. He seems to be muttering to himself, not loud enough for the words to be intelligible, but a presence nonetheless. He has both of his axes in his grip, a stern, nearly angry look on his face and a determined stride in his step.

"I'm ready for wot'at," he declares at last, the words a loud hiss.

"Lead on, we can look at jewelry and gems later."

"Check gems and things when we rest." Myrrick says, leading the way, looking for traps as they begin once more, their journey into the unknown.

Uthecar is more than happy to continue on following Bruno's words.

Okay, so the passage continues down the map from this room or you can retreat the way you came.

Led by the intrepid Uthecar, the party heads down the hall another 40' to find another door. It is styled similar to the first, except this one has a quaint stylized 'Q' upon its face.

The passage continues down into darkness.

Actions?

"Anyone want to check the door for traps or if it is locked before I open it up?"

"Weasel > have at it son."

Zan comments on the necklace, "If nothing else it should fetch a good price"

He followed along with the others making ready to do what was needed of him.

OOC: Zan will help Weasel as needed, as he does know a thing are two about thieving

Weasel takes first crack at it, grins and says with great certainty, "No traps, and it's not even locked."

Stepping back, he allows the meat shields to take their appointed place before the portal.

Uthecar opens the door pushing through into the room beyond shield up ready for anything.  (That pretty much means hitting anything that comes at him with his axe and then asking questions afterwards.)

With the technical chores done Bruno stands ready as Uthecar opens the door.

Kullonar follows Uthecar through the door.

Zan brings up the rear, his ear twitching awaiting the next surprise that this dungeon held