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After finding no traps, Jem follows Tym to the side of the wounded half-elf, preparing to offer some water once he comes too. [occ: sorry! computer trouble kept me away! :\ ]

Face ghostly pale, Jem tries to make a hurried retreat, away from the current of rodents. Finally she registers Tym's voice behind her, "Jem ... uh, Jem ... hey, JEM!! You can stop running now - Look! They're going away!" She returns to her companions, unable to completely hide the telltale...

Concurring, Jem turns to flee [retreats]. "Follow me, guys!" she squeaks.

After fruitlessly searching the wall behind the bookcase, Therren turns his head somewhatly wildly, eyes frantically glancing around the room for inspiration. Looking again at the three central figures in the mozaic, he walks back to the them so that he can more closely examine them. Not only...

Jem the Bravehearted "Errm ... no?" Jem squeaked in an unnaturally (even for her) voice, as she began to slowly back up (into Durak), her face now decidedly green with a slight yellow tinge.

*creeping in quietly*: if you need to make your alternate list any longer (as if!), could you please consider my name? thanks! *skuttles back out*

sorry to hear you're feeling poorly, fearless leader. :( take your time getting better. try drinking some ginger tea with honey - good for fevers and whatever else that ails ya.

... or a druid with a nice big kitty! :cool:

clammy sweat beginning to condense on her skin, jem aims carefully at one of the rats closest to her (if necessary, stepping into a square where she won't hit one of her companions). "rats! why did it have to be rats??!!" she mutters morosely. [ooc: she will continue until a) they get too...

[eyes boggle as mouth drops open] omigod! :eek: ... or ... :confused: ... or ... :uhoh: [fun with icons 101]

Therren willing gives up the cylinder to his elven companion, then walks over the bookcase along the southern wall. After examing it for a moment or two: "I wonder if I could ... umph ... move this a little", he grunts as he attempts to put words into action. [can he do this? does it have...

jem's eyes widen and seem to turn to a darker, perhaps murkier greyish brown, while her usually bright skin turns slightly dull and faintly greenish - perhaps due to the light cast by tym's glowing torch or does she look a bit apprehensive? she cautiously and quietly takes out her repeating...

errr .... doncha mean durak, dwarf cleric of the sovereign host? [sorry to hear you were so sick :( ... glad to hear you're better :D]

As they pass, Jem smiles sweetly once moren at the bugbear and waves her fingers goodbye in a slightly flirtatious manner. "See you later, I hope!" Turning back, she returns Tym's smile and falls back into place.

lost in thought and daydreams, jem is brought back to the present and scambers back to the storyhour. sorry - i was waiting to see the bugbear's reaction, but i think i've posted a more appropriate, jem-like response. FYI - it's is possible that i won't be able to post saturday or sunday, but...

Therren's eyes widen at the various potions. "Do these varied kinds of potions indicate the kinds of troubles we'll find?" he wonders aloud. [if there are markings on the different bottles] in answer to Thar's question, he suggests, "perhaps we'll remember the various markings?? then, he...

at the gnome's words, jem's eyes narrow a little irritably. thinking quietly to herself, does he know nothing about tact?, she decides to take things into her own hands. looking and smiling directly into the bugbear's eyes, jem saunters up to him and purrs, "what our friend gnome means is...

*bump*

Therren moves closer to Thar for a closer look at the potions and especially the copper cylinder.

Therren's discouraged look changes to relief as he spies Thar lurching across the room, and then to astonishment as the secret compartment opens. Standing, he says, "Whatcha got there... Thar... and how're you feeling?"