[dark.sun.druid]

Armun stands toward the back of the group, leaning on his enormous hammer like it was a walking stick.
"Might be that I could break down that door. It'd take me a minute or two, but it's only steel. I don't much like the idea of hitting something that might me magicked though," His voice is low and dry, speaking of years spent in the harsh desert, "If someone can check that there's no magic on it, I'll get us inside."