Dellas Nump:
"By the gods..." Dellas barely can express what he feels, his eyes try to take everything in at once and fail miserably. "This.. can... could someone check for traps? I'll see if I can see any magic here." slowly he reaches for another scroll, his hands seem to have some difficulties to find the right scroll before he unrolls it and recites the last passage. His eyes lighten up and he looks around at the treasure in front of him.
Dellas opens his eyes to the magical auras, hoping to see something.
Volsh son of Vor:
Volsh admired the treasures they had found, but was disappointed in a sense. There was no one here. "Are they all gone? Are we overlooking something?"
Volsh looks around carefully, wary of additional danger.
Narthian Goldleaf:
"All of the evidence points to long abandonment," Narthian says. "Thunder smells nothing but the beetles and old food." He admires the display, amazed that even the capricious kobolds are capable of such beauty.
There's a strong, earthy smell of mushrooms, but not much else.
Averdante:
Averdante stares at the altar-like display with delighted wonder. He certainly hadn't expected this, and is quite glad he crawled through the tunnels to witness it.
"There may be more to kobolds than I'd thought, if they can recognize and arrange a display this grand. You think they got the idea for the crow god from the phoenix on the armor?" He considers that a moment, then shakes his head. "They were cheated, if that was the case!"
At Dellas' request the display be checked for traps, Dante smiles and tells the halfling, "Gladly." Then he pauses, smile fading, and glances over at Narthian. "Of course, if this goes like last time, will you be sure to send Thunder for Farian at once?" It had taken him almost a week to recover and he had no wish to go through that -- or worse -- again.
He won't make the same mistake, although who'd have thought a contact poison would be viable after half a millennia, anyway? Still, this is all shiny and clean enough to suggest the kobolds had regularly cleaned it, and he didn't think they were clever enough to use gloves.... Nonetheless, he moved closer carefully and made certain to examine the ground before the display in particular. These kobolds seemed to have been very fond of pit traps; placing one to guard this display from unauthorized handling seemed like something they might have done.
Averdante advances slowly to examine the chest and armor (and anything else) for traps the might go off when they move the items.
Narthian Goldleaf:
Narthian retreats to the entrance tunnel, Thunder by his side. "Of course. Thunder or I will run like the wind itself to fetch you aid, if it becomes necessary."
Thunder stands at Narthian's side, ears up as Averdante advances.
The elf moves carefully, mindful of the sprung traps they had seen on their way in, the pit traps, the tripwires, the poisoned darts. So far, nothing of the sort. He picks his way through the display until he can get at the altar more easily. At that moment, there's a fluttering of the tapestry covering it, and whiff of damp soil. That's all the warning he has before something heavy and unseen bursts forth from beneath the altar, smelling dirt, and clamps down a heavy set of jaws on Averdante's arm!
Despite Averdante being tossed about by the strength of the attack, there is no enemy to be seen. Whatever it is, it's entire invisible!