All eyes turn on the sleeping hounds, but they remain snoozing away.
You step into the chamber and find it occupied. The large chamber could only be called a vault. The ceiling is arched, and placed around the walls are torches in sconces that burn and sputter away giving off greasy smoke and flicking crimson yellow light. The room smells of wet hound and sweaty men. It would seem you entrance has alerted the occupants to arrival for standing in the center of the room in a line are four burly hill-men of Rhudaur. They are bearded men, with matted hair and poor hygine. Yet, they are muscled, well fed, and brandishing spears and small round wooden shields. Their leather armor is augmented in places by metal plates or studs, and they sneer at you as you invade their quarters.
For all around you see simple straw beds, signs of the life of men, a stool, a fire up against a wall that has a crack in it, spits and salted meats, bowls and mugs with flies buzzing around them. This is where these men abide. Yet you also see stacks of things, of valuables, of treasure: a chest, a goblet of silver, a silken banner, hilts of blades, and other items of worth and age.
"Hold!" the voice comes from another in the shadows behind the four. He is moving into view as you position yourselves within the door a few steps.