Anton pages through his spellbook. "Maybe one mage armor and infernal healing each, then sleep for you and... uhh... magic missile for me?"

"Leave a slot open over the Sleep, we might need another Healing and Spray handles most of the same things."

While they prepare, she pulls at her shadow with the shadow cantrip she picked up. She's still not sure what it's called. There, there, and... aha!

The blob thing rises from her shadow once more, and bounces happily.

"Okay, that's probably not a bad idea." Julio will sit down and take an hour to prepare his spells.

So will Anton.

Mika cleans his weapons off and snacks on some rations. He looks a little better than he did last night.

After they've finished preparing their spells, Julio and Anton cast infernal healing on themselves.

A minute later, they look perfectly healthy.

"Ahh, that's much better." Julio moves over to the desk, giving the items a closer inspection.

"The dresser was trapped, and the Unguent was the only aura I detected in it. There may be a lead box which hid something in there. If your Mage Hand triggers the traps for us, we should be able to check. We might need a few locks dissolved, but anything important should be behind lead, and a Splash won't break that. Come.

"Also remember you're paying Mika back for those rations. And add it to the tally of ways you were dead without him here."

Into the bedroom she goes.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll have well enough money for rations when we get back. Anton, get the rest of the stuff in the desk!" Julio follows her.

"Okay!" Anton starts emptying the desk drawers into his bag.

The bedroom looks the same as it did last night.

How does the wood of the drawers, specifically the part around the locks, like an Acid Splash? Or two? Or three?

The wood does not seem particularly affected by acid splash.

"Good hardwood, it can handle the cantrips. Mika, was the trap something you could have tripped by picking the lock, or only by opening the drawer?"

Acid Splash can't get through furniture-quality wood? Maybe hers is just weak. Well, no need to let them realize she was dumb.

"The last one triggered if you picked the lock wrong, or used the wrong key, or opened the drawer without the right key."

"The Mage Hand can do the opening for us, but not the lockpicking. Seems you're the one at risk, then. Up to you whether we try to pick these or just smash it and maybe break whatever's in there."

"I'd rather not risk a knife in my gut. Too many near misses recently, 'tis a bad omen."

"Smashing it is, then. Rocks from a distance, in case something snaps and the blades come flying out?"

Mika pulls a stone out of his pack and hands it to Tencednil. "You want to throw?"

She snorts. "I can throw acid, I can't throw a rock which will hit harder than the acid. All yours."

Mika steps back a few paces and flings the rock. It cracks the corner of the dresser, bounces, and crashes into the wall. "Ahh, I was just warming up..."

He throws again, and misses completely this time. The stone breaks in half against the floor.

Right. Humans. Mika may have been competent but he is still human. Why did she work with these people anyway? 

She walks out of the room, sits in a corner where she doesn't have to watch this catastrophe, closes her eyes, and tries to remember why she needs to be here.

She must have had a reason.

Surely she had a reason.

She'll be a minute or two. Or five. Or ten.

A stone crashes against the wall. "Oh, fuck you too!". A stone bounces off the ceiling and out of the room. "Come on!" A stone skids across the floor.

"Now listen here, dresser, face me and know you have met yo—"

A stone slams straight through the center of the dresser, pulverizing it instantly. The glass breaks.

For one moment, there is a brilliant light, shining like the sun. The stone walls crack slightly from the shockwave.