[IC] Chapter 1-4: Cellars of Hate

[DM Surranó]

The armorer looks at Lugar, puzzled.
"If she had some wand to blast anything down she probably would've used it against the undead. So it must be some other kind of wand but I haven't seen that."
"Me neither," Maul adds.
"There are many spells that could help. Like, greasing the door to make it easier to push. Invoke grace or strength that may help dealing with locks or ramming the thing down. Open any portal. Transmute metal to something softer. Make us gaseous to be able to pass a keyhole. And I could go on with the list. However, it may need some effort to figure this out and first of all we need the command word; not mentioning risks if her belongings are wired." the armorer adds.

When bringing up the question about his spellbook, Murkatos shakes his head.
"You don't bring your spellbook along to a one day trip that doesn't sound dangerous in the first place, do you."

OOC: they are all in the same position as on the picture. Lugar was hit before he managed to turn either of them.