3 cracks in the ceiling. 4 different piles of broken wooden crates and barrels. Dim lighting from the group's torch leaves few hiding spots. Moss growing form the sides of the tile floor. A golden gleam from the North West corner. An iron key covered in dust just barely visible discarded near the farthest wall. 1.35 seconds to take it all in. Personal record. As your party fills into the room, you stand in the back and watch as everyone notices something different. Reshka is first in, quick to focus on the layout and physical aspects of the space. No doubt she is making plans in case the roof falls in or some other difficulty. Theroden comes second, holding the touch high over everyone else's heads. Even from behind you can tell he is having trouble with the lack of light in the room. You have traveled long enough to now that he tenses up his shoulders when his senses fail him. Vorthos is Vorthos, already half way across the room, swift as they are silent. No doubt they also spotted the gleam and are on target. Just as the Theroden starts to voice his thoughts, you gently tap the end of your staff on the nearly blind Paladin. Turning to face you, your face gives him a little coy smile as you start to walk towards the key. Feeling good that apparently only you have seemed to seen the object on which was the sole reason everyone was in this damp cave. You reach down and wipe off the dust from the key and make a point to twist around to face everyone as smoothly as you could. "Look what we have here!" smiling as you see everyone's faces. While everyone was certainly capable in many ways, it always felt good to showcase your personal victories to them. Shifting your weight to steady yourself from your showmanship, suddenly you feel everything drop a few centimetres. Followed by your stomach and a loud clunking noise.
