The entire place was devoid of life. Fucking weird, that's what. Those idiots outside in the courtyard could've completely entrench themselves in here and that'll actually buy some time but nooo. They stand around outside with their thumbs up their arse and any hope of resistance distingetrate within seconds.

Yvonne didn't like how this looks. 

[b][color=#a4161a]"Why is it barred from this side? Big man locked himself in there?"[/color][/b] The mercenary strode forward, carefully testing the slab of wood. It wouldn't budge easily. [b][color=#a4161a]"This smells rotten, but even if there's trap we still need to get in there yeah? Your call, boss."[/color][/b]

Glancing around a side room, Yvonne procured a table which she dragged to the corridor and overturned on its side, forming a makeshift barrier right before the metal door. If nothing else it'll provide some arrow cover if the nature of the trap was mundane men, but she really doubt that'll be the case.