Akahale, on the contrary, lurks.
Manny strides forward, bravely and firmly ensconced in the middle.
Grafire stands next to Hadarai and asks each in a low voice "Do we have a lock picker among us? As much as I would love to kick in the door, a surprise attack would be nice."
"Is it locked?"
Hadarai tries to find out. Discreetly.
The door creaks ominously.
It is not locked.
Hadarai hastily removes his hand and looks apologetically at Grafire.
"Let's just clear place out as fast as we can, alright?"
"Oh, for crying out loud, it won't bite!" Otto pushes his way to the front and shoves open the door.
The psychic pushes his way past the others and flings open the door. The scents of unwashed bodies and cooked meals hit your nose. Several doors line the east wall of the hall and one stands on the west. To the north you see a large room dimly lit by firelight from around the corner and a guttering lamp on a table.
"The abode of the deluded. Most unpleasant."
Grafire watches Otto walk by and images of him using a master craft lockpick float through his mind and immediatly cease when he opens the door via door knob.
Grafire takes in the sights of the room , and then moves to the first door to the east and checks to see if it is unlocked.
"Yuck!" Shae says as the scent wafts over her. She doesn't enter the room, yet, instead staying at the door.
Grafire notices nothing noteworthy as he tests the first eastern door. It is unlocked.
Akahale proceeds towards S6 in an orderly, but suspicious manner.
Akahale sees that the tables are strewn with dirty plates and utensils, decks of cards, and even a homemade folding chessboard with pieces made of bottle corks.
A common oil lamp sits on one of the tables, and its wick is turned low. A combined baking oven and fireplace squats in the northwest corner near tables used for food preparation. Coals burn in it for heat but are gradually dying for lack of tending. The southwest corner is dominated by a collection of small barrels, sacks, and crates.
Grafire flings open the door.
Grafire looks around the room
Perception check
Grafire finds latrines.
Very well cared for latrines.
The holes are pretty deep, hence the lack of smell.
"Oh, lookee! An indoor outhouse!" Manny cackles quietly into his sleeve, obviously easily amused.
"It is evident that there must be more to find."
Akahale dismisses the latrines, useful though they are and moves on to the first door on the western wall. He opens it.
The paranoid dragonborn finds a small room with a bedroll on the floor and a bag next to it.
Something is moving in the bag...
"Aha!"
Akahale reckons it is some sort of creature.
In an usual display of impulsiveness, he opens the bag and then stands well back.
The warlock opens the bag gingerly, leaving it on the floor. A mouse scurries out hurriedly.
Rapidly scanning the departing rodent for signs of otherworldly infestation, Akahale jumps backwards.
"An under-rated hazard and often more dangerous than one might realise."
His voice quavers slightly and he prods the bag with his staff to see if anything else is inside it.
There is nothing else inside the bag.
Nothing bar some crumbs of cheese.
Manny chuckles into his sleeve again.
When the dragonborn looks back at him, the elderly mage is looking around the room at nothing, whistling tunelessly.
Shae stays by the double doors keeping an eye on the hallway and the closed doors that are within in.
Otto opens another door, half hoping as cultist is hiding in it.
Otto tries the next door along, but his hopes are dashed. Ther's no cultist here. Another bedroll lies on the floor next to a rickety desk and chair.
Moving in leap frog fashion Grafire tries the following door. "Whats behind door number 4?" Grafire wistfully asks.
Grafire opens the door to another bedroom, with a bedroll on the floor. This one however is bloody, with a pile of bloody bandages of various ages next to it. Further investigation of the other bedrooms explored so far reveals personal belonging such as razors, clothes, a comb, candles and suchlike.
"Hmmm."
Akahale snuffles disapprovingly at the bandages. "How recent is the most recent blood and how ancient the most ancient?"
"Mr Samir? Egg-brother?"
Akahale steps politely aside, hoping that Otto or Grafire have the needed skills.
"Sure, I'll take a look." Otto kneels down and begins picking through the bandages, the torch light glimmering oddly off his goggles.
Otto determines that the bandages are consistent with someone who has been injured in the torso area.
Grafire stands at alert while the investigation takes place.
"Definitely a chest wound. I took three bolts to the side clearing out a kobold warren a few years back, the bandages looked just like this."
"So, we done here? Let's clear the next room."
Akahale heads towards the next area.
Noting the last door, Akahale opens it and hopes there will be no more rodents.
Akahale finds this to be another bedroom with the usual accoutrements of a bedroll, a bag and other sundry items similar to those found before (comb, dagger, hand mirror etc).