The damp sewer passages have led to a slimy cistern that stinks of decay. On the northern edge of this circular chamber lies a pile of burnt bones in front of a scorched tunnel.
Jericho tightened his grip on his staff and he peered about in the dimly lite room, but keep glancing down at his gear, making sure his bombs were still within easy reach.
[sblock="Perception >= 20"]The pool of slimy water in the northeast corner is shifting. There's no obvious reason for it to be moving. But occasionally, the mass of slime shifts.[/sblock]
Urik gets the faintest whiff of something unfamiliar and it sharpens his focus enough to spot a possible source. He freezes and puts his hand up to signal everyone to stop what they are doing. "Something is not right with that pool of water," says the half-orc in a low voice. "Ready yourselves." He slowly reaches his hand into his belt pouch and pulls out a couple of coins. He works one of pieces of copper into his fingers and when everyone appears ready he tosses it into the pool.