The ringing of the explosion dulls out the cries of Antivan, the back way, the secret way? as the one braced for an assault. Not ten feet in are there pressure plates rigged with gas that need to be disarmed- and not thirty down the hall? A wire strung across at eye height to release poisoned darts. The first Beleth manages with ease, disabling the trap without causing additional alarm. The darts? Caught mid air by Korrin's barrier when an over sensitive wind of the mechanism trips.

At the far end of the hall there's the tell take snap of a bowstring- as the first volley from two crows and all their poison tipped preparation come into play. At the second intersection to the left? Three with daggers, waiting in the shadows for them to pass in their confusion and be attacked from the rear.