Mhairi
"Ignatius, wait!" Mhairi calls urgently. Despite her trepidation, she couldn't bear to see the strange...man...struck by traps again. Drawing a deep breath, and shuddering internally, she steps into the corridor "decorated" by undead. Gritting her teeth against the strange, pulsating sensation caused by the...creatures...striking the glass she strides to the end of the corridor, eyes straight ahead and undeviating. She wears a fierce expression on her face. "This door is probably trapped like the last. Let me look, at least." Whoever did this will pay. And to think I could have been behind the glass like some freak in a circus... [sblock=ooc] Checking this door for traps. Take 20, like last time. [/sblock][sbl[ [sb.oc[