"I suppose it's possible these traps were set to stymie our efforts, specifically..." Ashelia doesn't sound too convinced, though. "Either way, we needn't go too far in if you're worried."

Ashelia continues walking for a bit before stopping abruptly. "Here is the first pressure plate I encountered." She draws her sword, setting its tip on the ground in front of her. She taps the dirt, the hollow sound of tile echoing off the walls around them. "Tread lightly."