Godzfirefly wrote:Peter nods. "Yes, I'll be happy to stand with the Knight." Looking a bit closer at the room they stand in, he points to the tapestry-coated furniture and adds, "Oh, there's just one more thing...If that's a table, where are the chairs?"
The stabber makes a grimaced expression and saunters up to the front and sheathes his sword. He walks over to the edge of the planks and bends down to reach for the tapestry. As he does so the ground gives way in a cloud of dust and a loud crash and wood tapestry and dirt fall into a pit along with the stabber. A loud scream is heard though and a few seconds later as the dust clears and Juan, was that his name? can be seen no more.
Then after the sounds of crashing stops, a pitiful cry can be heard. Carefully approaching the pit and peering over the side reveals Juan hanging to the edge by one hand. His torch lost and sputtering on the floor below, whose light reveals where the planks and broke apart on the floor and the tapestry cloth, precarious snagged and draped atop of several upright sharpened stakes.
Natural dirtacmancy, a pit trap for the unwary, blocks your path. It does not seem too terribly wide though, perhaps it could be jumped across, or gone around at the edges, if the ground there might support your weight.