The Vault - end round 3

Trik mutters something under his breath as Baleon moves to secure his end of the rope to a nearby pillar. He can't make it out, but he's fairly certain its unflattering.

Trik takes a deep breath and skips across the pillars, again surprising Baleon with his fleetness.  He didn't have the grace of a drow, but definitely more nimble than he would have expected from a sun spoiled human.

Each time Trik lands on a new pillar, the rune on its surface begins to glow pale yellow.  As he sprints across the last pillar - the one that Baleon landed on after his jump - its already yellow glow is replaced by an angry red.  "Hmm," remarks Trik as he crosses to safe ground and detaches the rope from his waist.  "Well that can't be a good thing."

Trik examines the murals above each throne on the dais at the other end of the room and gives an appreciative laugh.  "I may have no idea what the glyphs on those columns mean, but I do know a good joke when I see one.  Looks like whoever decorated this vault had a laugh at our dear Divine Mitra's expense."

Seeing Baleon's puzzled expression, Trik continues, pleased to be the expert in their partnership for once.  "See the first picture.  Its of a king signing a document and addressing his people.  At first glance we are to believe this is a depiction of one of the Markadian kings of Talingarde, devout Mitrans every one.  But the Markadians are not a peaceful lot.  They came to power through civil war and eradicated every religion that opposed them.  They have never signed a treaty in their eighty years of power."  He pauses and indicates the second mural of a thief holding a man at knife point while picking the pockets of a woman.  "No, to the nobles and religions that opposed the Markadians, like the family who built this vault, this second picture is a far more accurate portrayal of how the kings of Talingarde have treated their people.  Which means," finishes Trik, moving his attention back to the first mural again, "that this fine contract signing fellow here could be seen as none other than our lord Asmodeus, offering law and order to the oppressed and faceless  masses."

Trik turns to Baleon with eyes that twinkle with mirth.  "Delicious, blasphemous allegory! A tribute to Asmodeus hidden within a tomb sacred to Mitra."

Turn summary:
round 1 - Baleon and Trik move into the vault, asses the situation and do a cursory check for traps
round 2 - Baleon secures a rope and leaps across the chasm.
round 3 - Baleon ties his end of the rope to pillar J2; Trik crosses the chasm by foot.
round 4 - ??