They do not

Unbeknownst to them, Diana and Tyra are about to pass by a set of sigils craftily hidden in the roughly hewn surface of the walls. As they walk past them, there is a slight crackle in the air and the telltale fizzle of a spelldischarge.

The adventurers stop in their tracks, their arms hanging to their sides and their expressions turning blank, staring into the distance. They’ve just been stunned and will be unresponsive for a little while, eyes glazed over, only retaining enough function to not tip over onto the floor.