No ambush comes from the fog, which has by now lifted enough to allow fair visibility. The motion of the fans above the west counter is noticable from the east of the room, and the floorboards can be made out without kneeling.

Unless the corpse was moved, the bolts must have come from the north end of the kitchen, which is now empty. A stack of clean plates and mugs has been placed on the countertop on the north wall of the kitchen, beside a serving window, which is large enough for someone to have climbed through. The smell of ale is stronger here, along with the smell of sweat and wine, but so is the fog. Nothing can be seen in in the room but the edge of one table and a bench beside it, and those only faintly.

Telma give the cabinets a quick search, but they seem to contain nothing but pots and plates and knives and rags. If the assailant shot from the center of the room, they certainly let nothing behind. It doesn't seem to have been distrubed at all since it was last cleaned. However... Telma hears the sound of her footsteps change slightly in the center of the room, and, kneeling, she finds a thin square seam and a pair of open knotholes roughly three feet appart each. A gentle tug confirms it as a trap door, although hinges have been ommitted, and it seems to lift straight up from the floor.