The only thing to be found in the wardrobe was a mess of dirty clothes and worn boots. Iliskra looked under the bed and found only more empty bottles and undergarments - the latter of which made her shudder - and on realizing there was nothing more Firoz started to work on the chest.

“It seems Gunalar was quite mindful of intrusion into his room.” Iliskra nodded towards the only bedroom window which was not only tightly boarded up but had a wicked-looking bear trap set on the floor just below it.

“The half-orc was the smartest of his band. Which does not say much.” Firoz chuckled as he rattled the lock against the chest in his efforts to pick it.

It did not take long for Firoz to get the chest open, the lock clattering to the floor followed by a loud creak as the lid was raised. Iliskra peeked over his shoulder to gaze at the contents within. There was a single bulging sack that clinked of coins which Firoz quickly pulled from the chest. Most of the rest of the contents within were miscellaneous - a keen-looking short sword, an amulet bundled in its own cord, a few trinket gems such as quartz and pearls, and a suspicious-looking wand. Iliskra quickly grabbed the wand and stepped back before Firoz could protest, though he did look over his shoulder at her with a raised brow.

“The gold goes to us,” Firoz quickly asserted as he stood, “and I will take this amulet as well.”

Iliskra reached back into the chest and took the short sword from where it lay. The blade was fine and dangerously sharp and the hilt and pommel sturdy and blunt. The blade felt strangely perfect in her hand, as if it were the finest sword ever made and that it was forged just for her. It was most likely enchanted, which meant that even if Iliskra or Leon neither wanted it they could sell it for a fair amount of coin. Iliskra scooped up the gems and left the amulet to Firoz. As the half-elf approached the doorway, sword and wand in each hand, she looked up and her eyes instantly widened.

“Firoz, the stairs!” 

Coming up the stairs, just rounding the last flight, was a crouched man dressed in the same tattered clothes and cheap armor padding as the rest of Gunalar’s gang. Most likely he had heard the talking upstairs or found his dead fellows below and came up to investigate. When he saw Iliskra and heard her shout he impulsively drew his sword and came charging up the rest of the stairs - straight into Leon’s line of attack.