"This stinks of traps to me." Ubba grumbles. From a distance he tries to see how fresh the rat is.

"It's like the round room we stumbled into. The smiths protected this place well."

He'll search the room their currently in for any clues or things of interest.

"We could try stepping in then ducking back out?"

Ubba searches through the room he is currently in. Near the fountain are the corpses of a number of giant rats. Examining them shows that they met violent ends, most likely due to piercing weapons. While it is hard to see given the thick mist from the fountain, scattered bones can be found on the ground.

"Lemme see one o' those," Ulrik says before grabbing a skaven corpse and chunking it into the room.

"Ain't like the rat needs his hide, so why risk ours?"

"Good point." Ubba adds, stepping to the side. He wants a clear view of the room while hopefully having some cover.

"Most ofthem seems to have been shot or atleast pierced with something" Bjorn move to the opposite side. "Well thrown, should rat throwing be apart of the dawi games?" Bjorn asked joking.

Ulrik slowly turns to to face Bjorn, his eyes wide in astonishment.

"Ye mean it's not?"

"Caugh*EatsRats*Caugh" Ubba pretends to cough, safely hidden in the mist to the side.

The corpse lands with a thud. No traps are set off. No movement is heard. The only sounds are those of dwarven banter. If there are skaven in the room they must be well hidden in the shadows and were not fooled by the ruse.

Seeing nothing happen, Ulrik shrugs, readies his axe, and begins to make his way to the other side of the room.

"True Ubba, well not back in Barak Varr and neither in Zhufbar as far as i know, but maybe in your old hold in the north?" Bjorn readies his crossbow. "Now where did they go? They can´t just dissappear into nothing".