"If you notice blurred white spots in your peripheral vision, your breathing is too heavy and short, you take too long to look around for signs of presences or any thing that would be noticeable, you may be under fatigue." - Bukowyr declares to his companions. - "Is everyone sure you don't need a rest to recompose yourselves?"
"I'm well enough to continue. I'm also curious about what might be in the chests," Kayla replied.
The room was most curious. It was almost like a guard barracks but the arrangement of the rooms was odd. Some kind of significance to the strange cult? Not that it mattered. Moving to the closest room and chest, Kayla begins rummaging.
Bukowyr smiles picking up the scrap he found and winks at Kayla. - "This may be just the thing!"
Back to the chests area, the Svirfneblin ranger prepares to operate his talents on the lock. "Lady Kayla" - he calls for the half-elf. "If you would be so kind to hold this one thin piece with your slender fingers as I move this other tool around a bit, I would be glad."
Kai keeps an eye on the others and around them for anything dangerous. "Let us see what all of these chests contain then we'll divide the loot from there, but I do not mind you taking the short sword Bulowyr as long as the others don't mind."
Keeping a lookup for suspicious things/enemies: 10