Quite possibly indeed, but this time before Rezo can wave Zelgadis off and things have a chance to awkwardly peter out properly, something explodes.

Not something in the immediate vicinity but close enough to make the ground shake along with an echoing fwa-BOOM. Rezo flinches, clapping a hand over one ear just a little too late for it to be of much help.

“That sounds like one of the traps,” he says. “Excuse me.”

Casting a Raywing spell, Rezo is just going to fly off to see the effectiveness of said trap for himself.