Slam will heft the piece of furniture down the hallway as far as he can throw it, trying to skip it along the ground.
1d20 + 37 ⇒ (12) + 37 = 49
There is nothing of note within the hallway, every trinket and bauble decorating the halls is obviously valuable but to a group such as yourself, you most likely have other things to worry about.
Slam however, chucks a fine ebony wine cabinet clear across the passage, bouncing and smashing around as it goes.
As it disappears from view in the gloom at the end of the hallway you hear it smash into something... probably a door... and that fact is confirmed as you reach the end of the hallway and come across a large steel door inscribed with the following epithet:
"You stand before the Dining Hall of Tyromondius Galitearia the 10th,
Lord of the Eternal Feast and Devourer of All. Enter and seat yourself."
"Devourer, huh? I ain't fancyin' meself as anybody's meal," Jorn grumbles, his weapon still resting on his shoulder. "Ya wanna do th' honors, Slam?" the celestial dwarf asks, gesturing at the steel door with his left hand.
|Laeron the Flash|
Laeorn nods at Jorns comment, a wry smile spreading on his soft features as he answers
"It would be a sad fate indeed to be swallowed by some strange lord. However, I believe he will find us to be a much more difficult snack to handle than most"