As everyone moves back, Advinir takes a few steps back himself, calling upon the mammoth spirits to empower him, his body growing in size and mass. Extending his spear, her brings it forcefully up seeking to trigger, and perhaps snap the wire.
Aðvinr makes himself an even bigger target and triggers the trap. A crossbow bolt flies through the air and slams into him. The crossbow falls from it's perch, pulling on a string attached to a row of pots and pans making a clangor loud enough to alert those inside that you are here.
"Well that was.......unpleasant." the shaman mutters with a grunt of pain as he pulls the bolt out of his body. "They definitely know we're here now."
Even with the clatter, no one comes outside to investigate. It appears they are waiting for you to come to them.
Machaera winces at the noise, but as the silence stretches out afterwards, she quirks a quizzical eyebrow and examines the lodge curiously. "I wonder," she says, "It would probably be too easy to just go through that door, wouldn't it? Maybe we should go around and see if there's another entrance. If anything, we might be able to force their hand, or get the better of their curiosity. On the other hand, if we want to commit to the direct approach, that suits me just as well."
She speaks casually, but her eyes scan the windows with some trepidation, and her fingers twitch as if eager for an arrow to hold at the ready.
"Might as well get it over with." Aðvinr says striding forward.