A Vast Dungeon (Pathfinder)

[Dicer]

"Wait," Fordrin says quickly. "Let me do it. Ye're more needed healthy than me. Plus me bein' a dwarf means I be more hardy than ye elf types. I can handle whate'er's behind tha' door."

 

[Sherwood]

She ponders his words for a moment, then steps back. "Very well. I stand ready for whatever is on the other side, so long as Renna is ready to heal us."

 

[Psychie]

"I am! Let's hope that won't be necessary. Ok, big guy. Show that door who's boss!"

 

[Dicer]

Resting his waraxe against his shield arm, Fordrin reaches for the right side door of the double doors, turns the handle and tugs it to see if it is locked or stuck. Just in case, he is also ready to leap to the side if the door is trapped by some kind of fire spell. He might not get out of the way, but he might be able to lessen whatever damage such a trap may deal.