I heal all the wounds.

"Dammit, too much weight." Balrir sets down his pack.

"Someone have a thread and a needle, my strap broke. And this much mead isn't helping." He drinks some from and throws majority of the mead on teh floor, leaving only 3 bottles left.

"This one is used to weight," said KDK, "Let him wear it for you."

*Puts on the pack, using the one good strap for my arm. I then cast Ice spike on the far right Draugr, killing it.*

"No." 

I take it back.

(all the dragur are dead)

I cut a piece of leather from the back of a Draugr's armor. Using a string and needle I repair the pack.

"Don't expect a thank you, gray skin." he walks away.

Falin waited for Balrir to get some distance before glancing at Zirfar. "Ignore him, all the Nords I've met won't admit when they need help or give thanks when you aid them." She shrugged and started walking again.

'Don't worry I've been through the hate of the Nords all my life, and being a vampire doesn't help either.' Zirfar growled, biting back (bad puns) his urge to drink all Balrir's blood and vomit it onto his body.

I see a locked door with 3 sliding rings around a circle.

'Which one? Surely two of them are traps.'

"To be honest, it looks kindof like a puzzle."

"Hey, brother stay away from the gray skin, he is gonna cause trouble, we Nords need to stick togehter eh." Balrir notices Zork staring onto the wall, Balrir notices the 3 rings.

"Hey I think Zork found something." 

'A certain order then? Damn Nords, leave to them to ruin everyone's treasure hunting.'

I look around to see that Falin has a golden claw, with the tips lining up with the holes.