Anything but quietly, Stilgar clatters his way down the steps and into the room. He returns Arial's thumb's up with a weak grin, and pats the belt pouch he slipped the holy water into with a nod. Belatedy, he realises that there might be more trouble in here and pulls his axe free of it's sheathe.
"Fharlanghn only knows what we'll find down here - but I guess we'd better get to finding it before it finds us." Despite the bold words, the Dwarf looks anything but, as he tentatively steps toward the door, tripping himself up on some rubble along the way, straightens, and finally manages to try the closed door (assuming it passes Rulet's inspection).