Spiv shot lofts a brow at the drow before shaking his head. "Nothing time and a few bandages wouldn't fix, but by all means." He replies confidently. The strained grin, budding tears, and sizeable wounded arm said otherwise. He followed all the same, tearing off pieces of his sleeve to form a makeshift bandage along the way. If Syljeon calls him forward/the rest forward to look into the door, Spiv readily puts on a brave face to work.
Spiv moves to L11, and hold his shot for when an ally gets within melee of the ghoul or vice versa. "Don't know if that's a zombie or not! But, tink one of you can get its attention? I'll cover you." He calls out.
"How about it, boys and girls? Time to take breather? Or we pressing on?"Although Spiv tries to sound at least kind of jovial, the effect is ruined by the pained expression on his face from jostling his injured arm a tad too much. The Svirfniblin recovers his arrow from the Ghoul if at all possible on his way over to the tapestry, and tries to make out any familiar, interesting distinguishing marks/symbols remaining on it.
"One day, I will unlock your secrets. One day!"Spiv proclaims while shaking his fist at the tapestry. He finds a spot in a corner that will give him line of sight on at least the northern door while taking a short rest.
Theodorick will keep his attention on the surrounding area making sure no enemies sneak up on his resting companions "Thanks to you guys I don't currently require rest so I will keep an eye out so you can focus on recuperating."