"Perfect, then we're two long-distance fighters stuffing ourselves into a confined space," came the jovial, if not slightly sarcastic response. Varric chuckled and shook his head, but nodded, withdrawing his dagger from his belt and laying it flat against the foregrip, just in case. He nodded at the plan and followed around, taking a quick approximation as they went and finding the back door, observing it for a moment before the finely made dagger was returned to his belt and Bianca was shouldered in what would look like a precarious position, if it wasn't so natural and the Dwarf below it so sturdy. His hands flashed to his belt, withdrawing his lock picking kit, and he bent down slightly to make short work of the lock.
The door. In all of fifteen seconds the kit was replaced at his belt and Bianca and the dagger were back in his hands securely, and he used his elbow to jostle the now unlocked handle of the door, using his foot to open it the rest of the way as Bianca raised expectantly. Hearing and seeing nothing other than a peculiar new stench, Varric glanced over his shoulder and gave his partner a small, slight nod.
"Here goes nothin'. C'mon, girl, let's see what we can find around here," he muttered, mostly to he crossbow before he ducked into the building.
The hallway before them was clear, mostly covered in dust. Varric pushed forward, opening a few side doors and finding them locked also. With a small curse, Varric once again traded the weapons for his kit as he made short work of the locks.
The first door that opened Varric caught a brief glimpse of what might have been a small office, before the smell hit him and he glimpsed a rotten form turning and letting out a low, gutteral moan. Varric nearly had a heart attack, only at the last second snatching the handle of the door and yanking it shut as he leapt back, then immediately used his kit to relock the door. He flinched as he heard a body thud against the other side, still hearing the groaning and then what might have been fingernails scratching at the door.
The rogue flinched, Bianca aimed again, but after two more thuds the shambler seemed to have given up again and quiet prevailed.
Pressed against the far wall of the hall, the Dwarf finally let out a breath, then turned with a slightly cocky grin to stave off the last of the fear as he offered the other a quick wink.
"So, unless we need a bunch of paperwork, I vote we just leave that room alone," he whispered. "Only have so many bolts between us, right? Let's let the bossman work."
Turning after a moment he moved down, this time much more cautious as he opened the next door, Bianca already raised as the door creaked open.
Then, it was Varric's turn to let out a low whistle. "Well, this is better," he said lowly, the light spilling into what looked like a large supply closet. Towels and boxes and jugs, all labeled with the same foriegn writting, but even in the dim light he new a storehouse when he saw it. And thankfully, not a shambler in sight.
"Hey, Bouncy, over here. Long as we can give the rest of this place a sweep, I think we found the main cache already," he turned and nodded, stepping away from the doorway and nodding encouragingly before he turned and lifted Bianca. A short ways further the room opened up and changed into a richly decorated, if not long abandoned lobby room. His heart almost started to reclaim its normal beat as he paused.
"You wanna see what's in there? I can finish the sweep, I'll shout if I need you," he offered, eyes flickering back to the first door as he visibly flinched again.