Botting for Aurus, since he's at a convention.
Aurus leads the way through the passages, a spring in his step.
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Fortitude: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Something shiny catches his eye as he's walking, and despite the party's hurry, he whistles as he lifts a piece of burial cloth and reveals a shiny belt, some fancy boots, and a couple of potions.
"Look at these," he says, "Y'all think we should stop and figure out what they are? Or should we keep going?"