Its not a particularly dangerous trap. More insulting than anything else. I step onto the floor, which immediately collapses underneath me, and I fall about ten feet into a pit. I take about a dozen points of damage when my ankle twists, and I say a quiet curse on the name of the designer who put this here. The others get me out in under a minute.
No traps if youre going the right way? Petra asks, teasing me.
I frown. From here on, I say. That one doesnt count.
Uh huh, she says.
I curse the designer again.