Cliste lets out a quiet snort. "If there was a chance I would not catch such an easy thing with obvious visuals, I doubt your father would have even sent me with you let alone take me under his wing. I only got caught because he has some very interesting books on many topics. He found me in his library enjoying a good read uninvited. He keeps trying to up his locks, but I get in anyway. He still hasn't given me a key." She chuckles some before taking another bite of turkey.
She had never told him about how she first met his father and she had no idea what he had been told about her. Even with two weeks traveling together, it really hadn't come up. Most of the time she had let Lerikyn teach her about Mystra and the art of magic. She hadn't managed to figure out how to cast simple spells, but she had a good idea about how they worked. Even Orryn said she might pick it up if around it long enough. Time would tell.
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Lerikyn finishes his last finger just as Cliste tells him about robbing his father. He turns to her about to berate her on such a foolish endeavor when he notes the color of her eyes shifting and skewing with the auras around her. They twist and turn and distort her face in such a way that it resembles that of an ancient beast he had read about. "You're a flumph!" He exclaims, falling back on his furred pillow with laughter.
Silthy had woken up in many strange places, and somehow she managed to top them with each passing year. This was perhaps not the strangest, though its strangeness was not yet fully determined. She slept for longer than she was used to, and pretended to sleep even longer to see if she could hear anything that would be helpful. Still, the situation seemed drastic. How much of this was even real?
Waking noticeably, Silthy decided to take in her surroundings, looking at everyone and everything, before pulling her hood up and receding into a shadow, and kept an eye out for any obvious exits, but expected none. She proceeded to stay awake and watch. In bad situations like these, only the weak and the dead slept, and Silthy intended to be neither.
Cliste just shakes her head at Lerikyn. It looked like he had caught onto what she was saying but the drinks were definitely making him see things.
"Keep laughing. You'll be glad I stupidly got distracted by a library of good books and didn't steal what I was sent to in the first place. See if I hadn't, you would not even have me to help you out. You better be thanking Mystra for that when you get sobered up. You would probably die in a dungeon crawl otherwise, unless you hired some help. Then again we have this interesting Silver Man who saved us a lot of time though I'm sure there is far more to it for him though it ties with your godly quest."
She looks around again thinking something had changed, but finding the actions of the others too distracting to put a finger on it.
"Somehow, I think it won't be long now."
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Everyone (minus Silthy) awakens to a much colder environment than they expected. There's a strange odor, too...
As each of you look about, you find yourself in a room almost exactly like the one you feel asleep in (whether or not that was a bedroom), but all of the furnishings and appointments that were shiny last night are a century old and rotting now. The large, round windows are liberally cracked. The animals furs crumble at a touch, sending a puff of dried flesh into the air.
Only yourselves and the equipment you brought with you are intact.
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Kjørynreis isn't sure how he fell asleep. Amidst the two bottles and riotous feasting, he figured he passed out at some point. Waking up, the stench of musty air and rotting wood filled his nostrils, causing him to cough. "Good Lord, what in Ilmater's name happened? It smells like the aftermath of a ransacked coastal village... minus all the blood and burning." he mutters, getting out of bed quickly and equipping himself with his belongings. Something didn't feel right to him... It's as if he was asleep for the past century: a fact that couldn't be possible.
Equipped with his gear, he heads down the stairs, avoiding the parts with rotting wood.
Lerikyn reaches for the bottle, sprawled out on his rotten, flat pillow. The air is musty all of a sudden and he doesn't exactly remember ever falling asleep. The last thing he recalls is seeing a big, ugly Flumph mocking him about his choice in drink.
He rolls over to reach further and the bottle falls, the label worn and faded. At this he perks up and looks around. He's still in the common room, but instead of luxurious pillows and furs he's met with rags and rotten, hairless skin. He quickly wipes the decayed fur off of him and raises, unsteady on his feet. All of his stuff is still with him and he's still in his armor, but the whole house has changed.
The firepit looks little more than a pile of rubble surrounded by old, decayed fabric and filth. What used to be a wondrous mansion was little more than an abandoned building. Judging by the decay, he'd been asleep for about a hundred years.
"Ha-lo!" His voice cracks as he calls out. "Hello!? Anyone else with me 'ere?" He stumbles away from the decayed firepit and leans against a wall waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light. "It looks like it might be time for us to gather our party and venture forth..."
Rea watched her friend slowly become more and more drunk as the night went on, assuming her normal role. She was used to making sure Reis didn't kill himself when he got overly drunk, so when she decided he had had enough she wrestled the bottle away from him. Eventually, she half-carried the beefy paladin all the way back up to his chambers and tucked him into his bed. "In the morning, when you wake up with a headache, I'd just like to remind you that I was right," Rea said, although she doubted Reis would have any recollection of her making sure he got to bed alright.
"Ilmater, I trust you, but things right now are a little scary," she prayed aloud as soon as she got back to her quarters. "I know that whatever happens is all part of your plan, but I'd really appreciate it if you made keeping me and Reis together part of said plan. You've seen how much we help each other, and I thank you every day that I am part of his path to redemption in your eyes. I'd also really like it if you made these weird followers of Mystra nice, as we could both use some more friends. May you give me the strength and endurance to navigate all of life's obstacles."
Rea always prayed before going to sleep, but her prayer tonight had a much greater sense of urgency. She could feel a storm brewing on the horizon, and it would only be through her god's strength that she would be able to manage. As soon as she was done, the human crawled gingerly into bed and tried her best to fall asleep. Part of her wished that she could fall asleep as quickly as Reis had, but then she reminded herself why he had started snoring before he was even in his room. Despite her nerves, however, she soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
The monk did not wake up nearly as panicked as she had before, although the situation was still foreign. "Reis? Silver Man?" Rea called out, gingerly grabbing her shortsword and walking out of her room. She descended back down to the cellar, a nagging thought reminding her that the door in the cellar was important. "Anyone else here creeped out by our ability to travel through time and space when we go to sleep?"
Cliste wakes up sneezing and coughing. Her eyes take in the room and the fact that she pretty much slept on the remains of a bed pretty much flattened to the floor.
"YES! You said it would do this, now it has."
She goes to fling her door open and it simply falls off its hinges in several pieces narrowly missing her. She coughed loudly at the dust cloud it made and waved her hand trying to dissipate it some.
"OUR FIFTH IS HERE! THE CELLAR PORTAL SHOULD BE OPEN!" Her voice booms out through the hallway and might be heard even down in the sitting room. Then she has to cough some more to clear her lungs the rest of the way.
She grabs her gear and picks up the sack she had put the apples in. The flat bit of lumpiness in it poured out as more dust.
"So much for fresh apples on the road." She laughed managing not to cough in the process. "Now if you want us in there awhile you better at least supply things we really can eat and carry along in the future." She looks around quite sure the SIlver Man hears her.
As the other three make their way downstairs, Lerikyn gestures with his hands at the common room. "I didn't do this," he says, "was like this when I woke." He coughs out a laugh, waving his hand in the air to clear some of the dust. "I assume this means that the fifth is around here somewhere. See anyone?"
"Rea, don't walk right by us!" Kjørynreis calls out, as the other three: Lerikyn, Cliste, and himself stand in the sitting room. With how decrepit and worn out the chairs were, he wasn't about to risk injury to himself by sitting for a little rest off his legs. "I don't know why or how a century just passed..." A look of concern comes across his face, and he feels his face for wrinkles. "Yes! I am still young and strong and beautiful. Which means we didn't age either."
"I didn't do this," the little gnome said, "was like this when I woke. I assume this means that the fifth is around here somewhere. See anyone?" Kjørynreis smiles, rubbing the little gnome on his head and messing up his hair. "Do not fret about trying to convince us this wasn't your doing, little one. None of us believe you to be capable of such power."
"And my eyes have not seen this fifth, so why has the house aged so quickly?" he questions, glancing over to Cliste and Lerikyn. "Is there something either of you know that you haven't told Rea or I?"
"Little one, Kjørynreis?" As Lerikyn turns to follow the human his eyes begin seeping with blue fire.
"I may be little, young human, but I have the might of a goddess behind me." His voice is thunderous and the house shakes as it echoes throughout the common room. Dust rises from the floor as a massive gust of wind flies through.
"If you wish to test your might against me," he raises his small shield, the symbol of Mystra glowing upon its surface, "I will even allow you the first hit." His free hand begins to crackle with lightening and a grin spreads across his face. He's welcoming the conflict... feeding off of the pure power that Mystra has granted him.
His smile only continues to grow wider and wider as Lerikyn continues his adorable display of power. When he finishes, Kjørynreis claps his hands together with a twinkle in his eye. "Master Lerikyn!" he shouts joyfully, "I like your fire. You seem to have a little dragon roaring within you as well! I think we are going to get along just fine."
Kjørynreis drops his axe, which causes a warped thud as it sticks into the old wood, and extends his hand, "Such a display of power is worthy of my admiration and respect. You certainly have earned mine."
Lerikyn's grin widens even more, but the fire leaves his eyes and the lightening dissipates from his hand. "I admit I'm a bit disappointed you rejected my offer. I love a good fight, and you would have been a worthy adversary..." He accepts the human's handshake, the transference of electricity causing the armhairs in both of their arms to rise.
He laughs, and you notice the tone of his voice shift from previously being more condescending to now considerably less condescending. "Oh, I would crush you. Definitely. But..." he looks over to Rea and smiles, "I've learned a few things in my time, and I'm trying to put such actions behind me." Pulling in closer, he whispers, "But put a few bottle of spirit in my hand and those lessons just seem to vanish." He pulls away and winks at the gnome.
"Now!" His tone changes to one of command. "How about we venture down to the cellar! Perhaps the fifth is already waiting for us below."
Rea's fists tightened at the challenge, ready to jump on between the two. To her surprise, Reis refused the challenge. "I've learned a few things in my time, and I'm trying to put such actions behind me," the paladin said, and Rea positively beamed with pride.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispered to her friend, giving him a quick hug before darting out of reach. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for this fifth person that they were supposed to have. Unfortunately, all she could find were the signs of a century of decay.
"Now!" Reis took charge. "How about we venture down to the cellar! Perhaps the fifth is already waiting for us below."
"That's where I was heading anyway," Rea piped up. "But I feel like we're missing something. I can't explain it, it's just something important."
The cellar, as well, seems to have aged a century over night. The stone floor has large, dark stains where many of the bottles and casks have leaked and dried. Much of the framework holding the spirits has collapsed and shards of wood and glass lie everywhere under thick layers of dust. The door in the back of the room, now easily visible due to the obscuring racks having fallen, stands open and the iron statues have moved several feet further to their respective sides. It appears the door leads to another steep stair...
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Lerikyn follows the group into the cellar. Upon seeing all of the destruction, he grimaces while lamenting, "All of these wasted spirits! Why? WHY!!" He brushes his hand against a cracked barrel of what used to be Brookebrew Red, splintering his palm as he does. "Such a waste of good drink..."
Holding his hand to his teeth to bite out the splinter, he approaches the doorway. "Ladies first," he murmurs as he gestures for Cliste to go ahead.
"Wait. We need to be sure this lurking fifth is not in the house for sure. They might be way more disoriented than we were because their appearance caused all the enchantments to end as I expected per what the Silver Man clearly said in the dream."
She looks around as she makes a plan tapping her chin with a long finger.
"Okay, we need at least one person to stay here in case they come down while we verify every nook of this place to make sure they are not hiding here. I'm not sure what happens when we go through the door and I would prefer we all went together. I'm not waiting here but going to make sure they aren't in the house."
Someone else could do the boring waiting thing. Despite all the dust, when Cliste slips upstairs it is like she disappears as she decides to go into stealth mode to do it. If the fifth wanted to be elusive, she would play cat and mouse. She grinned at the thought.
"Wait..." Silthy steps out of the shadows. "If you are waiting for me, I am here. But I have all kinds of questions. Why are you all so willing to go into this dungeon? Don't you want to escape instead?"
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Cliste lets out a quiet snort. "If there was a chance I would not catch such an easy thing with obvious visuals, I doubt your father would have even sent me with you let alone take me under his wing. I only got caught because he has some very interesting books on many topics. He found me in his library enjoying a good read uninvited. He keeps trying to up his locks, but I get in anyway. He still hasn't given me a key." She chuckles some before taking another bite of turkey.
She had never told him about how she first met his father and she had no idea what he had been told about her. Even with two weeks traveling together, it really hadn't come up. Most of the time she had let Lerikyn teach her about Mystra and the art of magic. She hadn't managed to figure out how to cast simple spells, but she had a good idea about how they worked. Even Orryn said she might pick it up if around it long enough. Time would tell.
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Lerikyn finishes his last finger just as Cliste tells him about robbing his father. He turns to her about to berate her on such a foolish endeavor when he notes the color of her eyes shifting and skewing with the auras around her. They twist and turn and distort her face in such a way that it resembles that of an ancient beast he had read about. "You're a flumph!" He exclaims, falling back on his furred pillow with laughter.
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Silthy had woken up in many strange places, and somehow she managed to top them with each passing year. This was perhaps not the strangest, though its strangeness was not yet fully determined. She slept for longer than she was used to, and pretended to sleep even longer to see if she could hear anything that would be helpful. Still, the situation seemed drastic. How much of this was even real?
Waking noticeably, Silthy decided to take in her surroundings, looking at everyone and everything, before pulling her hood up and receding into a shadow, and kept an eye out for any obvious exits, but expected none. She proceeded to stay awake and watch. In bad situations like these, only the weak and the dead slept, and Silthy intended to be neither.
Cliste just shakes her head at Lerikyn. It looked like he had caught onto what she was saying but the drinks were definitely making him see things.
"Keep laughing. You'll be glad I stupidly got distracted by a library of good books and didn't steal what I was sent to in the first place. See if I hadn't, you would not even have me to help you out. You better be thanking Mystra for that when you get sobered up. You would probably die in a dungeon crawl otherwise, unless you hired some help. Then again we have this interesting Silver Man who saved us a lot of time though I'm sure there is far more to it for him though it ties with your godly quest."
She looks around again thinking something had changed, but finding the actions of the others too distracting to put a finger on it.
"Somehow, I think it won't be long now."
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Everyone (minus Silthy) awakens to a much colder environment than they expected. There's a strange odor, too...
As each of you look about, you find yourself in a room almost exactly like the one you feel asleep in (whether or not that was a bedroom), but all of the furnishings and appointments that were shiny last night are a century old and rotting now. The large, round windows are liberally cracked. The animals furs crumble at a touch, sending a puff of dried flesh into the air.
Only yourselves and the equipment you brought with you are intact.
Kjørynreis isn't sure how he fell asleep. Amidst the two bottles and riotous feasting, he figured he passed out at some point. Waking up, the stench of musty air and rotting wood filled his nostrils, causing him to cough. "Good Lord, what in Ilmater's name happened? It smells like the aftermath of a ransacked coastal village... minus all the blood and burning." he mutters, getting out of bed quickly and equipping himself with his belongings. Something didn't feel right to him... It's as if he was asleep for the past century: a fact that couldn't be possible.
Equipped with his gear, he heads down the stairs, avoiding the parts with rotting wood.
Lerikyn reaches for the bottle, sprawled out on his rotten, flat pillow. The air is musty all of a sudden and he doesn't exactly remember ever falling asleep. The last thing he recalls is seeing a big, ugly Flumph mocking him about his choice in drink.
He rolls over to reach further and the bottle falls, the label worn and faded. At this he perks up and looks around. He's still in the common room, but instead of luxurious pillows and furs he's met with rags and rotten, hairless skin. He quickly wipes the decayed fur off of him and raises, unsteady on his feet. All of his stuff is still with him and he's still in his armor, but the whole house has changed.
The firepit looks little more than a pile of rubble surrounded by old, decayed fabric and filth. What used to be a wondrous mansion was little more than an abandoned building. Judging by the decay, he'd been asleep for about a hundred years.
"Ha-lo!" His voice cracks as he calls out. "Hello!? Anyone else with me 'ere?" He stumbles away from the decayed firepit and leans against a wall waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light. "It looks like it might be time for us to gather our party and venture forth..."
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Rea watched her friend slowly become more and more drunk as the night went on, assuming her normal role. She was used to making sure Reis didn't kill himself when he got overly drunk, so when she decided he had had enough she wrestled the bottle away from him. Eventually, she half-carried the beefy paladin all the way back up to his chambers and tucked him into his bed. "In the morning, when you wake up with a headache, I'd just like to remind you that I was right," Rea said, although she doubted Reis would have any recollection of her making sure he got to bed alright.
"Ilmater, I trust you, but things right now are a little scary," she prayed aloud as soon as she got back to her quarters. "I know that whatever happens is all part of your plan, but I'd really appreciate it if you made keeping me and Reis together part of said plan. You've seen how much we help each other, and I thank you every day that I am part of his path to redemption in your eyes. I'd also really like it if you made these weird followers of Mystra nice, as we could both use some more friends. May you give me the strength and endurance to navigate all of life's obstacles."
Rea always prayed before going to sleep, but her prayer tonight had a much greater sense of urgency. She could feel a storm brewing on the horizon, and it would only be through her god's strength that she would be able to manage. As soon as she was done, the human crawled gingerly into bed and tried her best to fall asleep. Part of her wished that she could fall asleep as quickly as Reis had, but then she reminded herself why he had started snoring before he was even in his room. Despite her nerves, however, she soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
The monk did not wake up nearly as panicked as she had before, although the situation was still foreign. "Reis? Silver Man?" Rea called out, gingerly grabbing her shortsword and walking out of her room. She descended back down to the cellar, a nagging thought reminding her that the door in the cellar was important. "Anyone else here creeped out by our ability to travel through time and space when we go to sleep?"
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Cliste wakes up sneezing and coughing. Her eyes take in the room and the fact that she pretty much slept on the remains of a bed pretty much flattened to the floor.
"YES! You said it would do this, now it has."
She goes to fling her door open and it simply falls off its hinges in several pieces narrowly missing her. She coughed loudly at the dust cloud it made and waved her hand trying to dissipate it some.
"OUR FIFTH IS HERE! THE CELLAR PORTAL SHOULD BE OPEN!" Her voice booms out through the hallway and might be heard even down in the sitting room. Then she has to cough some more to clear her lungs the rest of the way.
She grabs her gear and picks up the sack she had put the apples in. The flat bit of lumpiness in it poured out as more dust.
"So much for fresh apples on the road." She laughed managing not to cough in the process. "Now if you want us in there awhile you better at least supply things we really can eat and carry along in the future." She looks around quite sure the SIlver Man hears her.
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As the other three make their way downstairs, Lerikyn gestures with his hands at the common room. "I didn't do this," he says, "was like this when I woke." He coughs out a laugh, waving his hand in the air to clear some of the dust. "I assume this means that the fifth is around here somewhere. See anyone?"
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"Rea, don't walk right by us!" Kjørynreis calls out, as the other three: Lerikyn, Cliste, and himself stand in the sitting room. With how decrepit and worn out the chairs were, he wasn't about to risk injury to himself by sitting for a little rest off his legs. "I don't know why or how a century just passed..." A look of concern comes across his face, and he feels his face for wrinkles. "Yes! I am still young and strong and beautiful. Which means we didn't age either."
"I didn't do this," the little gnome said, "was like this when I woke. I assume this means that the fifth is around here somewhere. See anyone?" Kjørynreis smiles, rubbing the little gnome on his head and messing up his hair. "Do not fret about trying to convince us this wasn't your doing, little one. None of us believe you to be capable of such power."
"And my eyes have not seen this fifth, so why has the house aged so quickly?" he questions, glancing over to Cliste and Lerikyn. "Is there something either of you know that you haven't told Rea or I?"
"Little one, Kjørynreis?" As Lerikyn turns to follow the human his eyes begin seeping with blue fire.
"I may be little, young human, but I have the might of a goddess behind me." His voice is thunderous and the house shakes as it echoes throughout the common room. Dust rises from the floor as a massive gust of wind flies through.
"If you wish to test your might against me," he raises his small shield, the symbol of Mystra glowing upon its surface, "I will even allow you the first hit." His free hand begins to crackle with lightening and a grin spreads across his face. He's welcoming the conflict... feeding off of the pure power that Mystra has granted him.
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His smile only continues to grow wider and wider as Lerikyn continues his adorable display of power. When he finishes, Kjørynreis claps his hands together with a twinkle in his eye. "Master Lerikyn!" he shouts joyfully, "I like your fire. You seem to have a little dragon roaring within you as well! I think we are going to get along just fine."
Kjørynreis drops his axe, which causes a warped thud as it sticks into the old wood, and extends his hand, "Such a display of power is worthy of my admiration and respect. You certainly have earned mine."
Lerikyn's grin widens even more, but the fire leaves his eyes and the lightening dissipates from his hand. "I admit I'm a bit disappointed you rejected my offer. I love a good fight, and you would have been a worthy adversary..." He accepts the human's handshake, the transference of electricity causing the armhairs in both of their arms to rise.
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He laughs, and you notice the tone of his voice shift from previously being more condescending to now considerably less condescending. "Oh, I would crush you. Definitely. But..." he looks over to Rea and smiles, "I've learned a few things in my time, and I'm trying to put such actions behind me." Pulling in closer, he whispers, "But put a few bottle of spirit in my hand and those lessons just seem to vanish." He pulls away and winks at the gnome.
"Now!" His tone changes to one of command. "How about we venture down to the cellar! Perhaps the fifth is already waiting for us below."
Rea's fists tightened at the challenge, ready to jump on between the two. To her surprise, Reis refused the challenge. "I've learned a few things in my time, and I'm trying to put such actions behind me," the paladin said, and Rea positively beamed with pride.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispered to her friend, giving him a quick hug before darting out of reach. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for this fifth person that they were supposed to have. Unfortunately, all she could find were the signs of a century of decay.
"Now!" Reis took charge. "How about we venture down to the cellar! Perhaps the fifth is already waiting for us below."
"That's where I was heading anyway," Rea piped up. "But I feel like we're missing something. I can't explain it, it's just something important."
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The cellar, as well, seems to have aged a century over night. The stone floor has large, dark stains where many of the bottles and casks have leaked and dried. Much of the framework holding the spirits has collapsed and shards of wood and glass lie everywhere under thick layers of dust. The door in the back of the room, now easily visible due to the obscuring racks having fallen, stands open and the iron statues have moved several feet further to their respective sides. It appears the door leads to another steep stair...
Lerikyn follows the group into the cellar. Upon seeing all of the destruction, he grimaces while lamenting, "All of these wasted spirits! Why? WHY!!" He brushes his hand against a cracked barrel of what used to be Brookebrew Red, splintering his palm as he does. "Such a waste of good drink..."
Holding his hand to his teeth to bite out the splinter, he approaches the doorway. "Ladies first," he murmurs as he gestures for Cliste to go ahead.
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"Wait. We need to be sure this lurking fifth is not in the house for sure. They might be way more disoriented than we were because their appearance caused all the enchantments to end as I expected per what the Silver Man clearly said in the dream."
She looks around as she makes a plan tapping her chin with a long finger.
"Okay, we need at least one person to stay here in case they come down while we verify every nook of this place to make sure they are not hiding here. I'm not sure what happens when we go through the door and I would prefer we all went together. I'm not waiting here but going to make sure they aren't in the house."
Someone else could do the boring waiting thing. Despite all the dust, when Cliste slips upstairs it is like she disappears as she decides to go into stealth mode to do it. If the fifth wanted to be elusive, she would play cat and mouse. She grinned at the thought.
(Meta: stealth roll of 26 = 19 + 7)
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"Wait..." Silthy steps out of the shadows. "If you are waiting for me, I am here. But I have all kinds of questions. Why are you all so willing to go into this dungeon? Don't you want to escape instead?"