To Prove D&D Exists for Echolon

*Toots has taken out her pet mouse Mece to play with Star and Pipkin. (She also prestidigitates Mece’s pouch clean.)*

"what are these creatures?"

“Adorable.”

When the Party's ready and/or aware, Tommary flips the switch or pulls the lever or "works the thing" he found at the statue's foot.

Toots will begrudgingly get ready for action. She tucks Mece back in her pouch under her Mage Armor with one of the uneaten Goodberries. She also wraps up the two... whatever they are*s in her blanket and tucks them in her pack. She then gives the the signal that she’s ready too. 
*(They live off of sunshine and hugs, they poo ice when they’re scared and lonely, they have names, and they’re so floods and cute!)

”Hey, Hawksly. I hope you can shoot as strait in these tunnels as you did out there. Good job earlier.”

Tommary pulls the lever and you hear a grinding sound coming from behind the statue. A cleverly hidden door slides into the ground revealing a 20 foot by 20 foot room. It is lit from a ball hanging from the ceiling. In the room are a bed covered in furs, a direwolf pelt on the floor, an ironbound chest near the bed, a simple table with a couple chairs. The table has some paperwork and writing implements. 

*OOC when does Toots get to make a CON save against contracting frost fleas, or whatever ailment gave the critters the icy runs?

OOC: There are no cooties that you are aware of.

“I wish you had flipped that lever before we rested, it looks much cozier in there.” Toots starts sifting through the paperwork on the desk (Investigation 7). “Hey anybody good at checking large mysterious chests for traps?”

"Not me, unless you want me to burn it. What kind of furs do you think those are? Otters?"

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"Not me, unless you want me to burn it. What kind of furs do you think those are? Otters?"

 “I doubt it.” 😢 “Hey, Oethe, you’re a cleric, hell me: what happens to evil smelly Gnolls who hurt such adorable little creatures as these two? I mean, now that he’s dead, like, in the forevers and evers?”

Tommary examines the chest, 21 perception.

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"Not me, unless you want me to burn it. What kind of furs do you think those are? Otters?"

 “I doubt it.” 😢

"That's good. People who kill intelligent animals scare me."

“Hey, Oethe, you’re a cleric, hell me: what happens to evil smelly Gnolls who hurt such adorable little creatures as these two? I mean, now that he’s dead, like, in the forevers and evers?”

"They burn? Fire is the end of most things."

“Well that’s depressing.”

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“Well that’s depressing.”

"Not really. Fire makes room for new growth as well. It is better that a forest grow than a garden of weeds."

“Not if you’re one of the weeds.” Toots mutters.

"But they're the worst of the world, like the gnolls. Without them, the world thrives."

“I was a weed back in Cliffside, for half my life at least.”