Once the immediate danger has passed, the cleric enters the room and heads straight for Lemon and Allister, wearing a look of concern. "Are both of you all right? Those abominations scratched you..."

The dozens of eyes embossed into the bronze disk still move, shifting between all of you. The bears supporting the five foot disc stand motionlessly ominous.

Glimbul puts on one of the masks in hopes of something good would come of it. He then looks to inspect the coffin in the center of the room.

The rogue's movement catches Nenne's eye and she purses her lips in mild consternation, suddenly remembering the disc with the roving eyes. 

"You are not in the best of health, marksman," she frets. "Neither are the rest. Perhaps it's wisest if we retire to the hallway for a little while to catch our breaths before we tempt fate further." She starts moving back toward the hall by way of example and encouragement, grabbing a mask as she does.

Allister shows a bright blueish wound on his arm. Now that the fight is over he feels the unholy cold creeping up the limb. „Would be nice if you could take care of that. I can feel the cold in my bones.“ He extinguishes the flame of his blade and dons one of the mask, poking through the remains and looking for valuables.

Hearing Nenne’s reasoning Glimbul freezes in place. “Haha, sorry, you are right. I just get a bit excited when I see unexplored artifacts of history.” He says while following out of the room.

Orvex stares longingly at the sarcophagus, but continues to follow the party back into the hall. His voice starts with a mutter, but his excitable self raises in volume as he speaks, "I have to get in there. Do you see that room? Who do you think is entombed there? Oh. Do you think...Do you think another undead creature is inside?"

Boosey uses mage hand to pick up the remaining masks and bring them, one by one, into the passageway.  “Take your pick”, he says to the others.   “If it works it may stop those bears from animating.  I wouldn’t be surprised here if donning then masks sets them off!”   He walks to the entrance and peers into the room.  “This place gives me the creeps”.

The eyes on the disc stare back at Boosey as if to accent his point.

Lemon, unshaken yet... changed in a way, answers Nenne. "Ye seem unable to 'eal this wound elf. So ye don't 'ave to worry about it." Lemon shows momentarily a blackened gash along the left side of his body. Ever so faintly, black whisps come from within this new scar.

He looks to the party, once more hiding his new scar, "I be agreein' about retreatin' a bit a collectin' our bearin's. Better for us to do it now before we... explore even further."

The brief glance Nenne was able to get of the black wisps makes her frown deeply, and she contrasts that wound with the other injuries Lemon and Allister sustained. "Very well, beastspeaker," she says in a forbearing tone. She inclines her head toward him. "I will respect your wishes. Should you change your mind, simply ask."

She walks over to Allister to double check that his injury is indeed not the same. Under her breath she says, "You did well to avoid the worst of that blow. I believe it's necromancy. No immediate danger to him or us, as best I can tell. Just...try not to get scratched." 

Boosey, hearing the scraping noise, creeps down to the entrance passageway, and taking a deep breath steals a look, peering carefully round the corner. 

Ever alert and wary, the party settles into the corridor keeping a watch for any more threats. About thirty minutes in, stone grating on stone alerts everyone. The sound is coming from the hallway with the dart traps and fish carvings.

Boosey watches helplessly as the light of day fades out as the door raises into position. With a resounding thud, the entrance is sealed utterly and completely, like nails in a coffin lid. 

Boosey turns back to the group with a face full of mixed emotions. He points down the hall and gulps. He quietly says, "We've just been locked in."

The cleric, who was taking inventory of how many bandages remain in her pack, nods calmly. "Then let us resolve to see the other side of that door again," she replies. She lifts her head and looks at each member of the party in turn. "All of us."

Inventory complete, she rises and says, "I gave Eku a sending stone just before we parted. We can contact her if we encounter something and need extra knowledge or insight. Which of you took the other stone from Zagmira's corpse?"

"Also," she adds after a moment's pause; her tone is humble, "we could be in this place for quite a while. It is best if we ration our magic. I will do all I can to protect you with the resources I have, and I would be grateful to you if you could proceed with more caution than usual, whenever possible."

Glimbul no longer able to control his desire heads back to the room after resting. “I want to see what this room has for us. I will be careful not to set of any other traps.”

Orvex follows behind donning one of the masks. He says, "This thing feels silly." Though, he does point to the disc and says, "The eyes are not watching us, Glimbul."

Toward the end of their rest, Nenne sat cross-legged with her prayer book open and recited a quiet prayer. At its conclusion, she returns her book to its proper place, taps her amulet, and stands. Her eyes flash a soft crimson as divine power infuses her sight. Turning the mask over in her hands, she sniffs critically and dons it.

As she glances around the hallway, her eyebrows shoot up at what she sees. She shakes her head, sighs a little, and steps into the room with the others.

"There is abjuration magic coming from the sarcophagus itself," she alerts them. Her brow furrows. "And something tiny inside...a magic I cannot identify. Be wary. There is also divination and conjuration coming from that disc with the eyes. Illusion and evocation, from the devil mask," she jams a thumb over her shoulder. "And this entire place, even the walls themselves, are saturated with abjuration."

Orvex's jaw hangs open and the scribe chides in, "I think you got them all. Care to add any more?" He casts a suspicious look at the disc and back to Nenne before adding, "I'm not doubting you, but this feels like more than I was hoping to find. I wanted to explore history, not die in a hole filled with magic."