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"Don't dragons usually fly? Aren't they usually big too?" Trid thinks to himself out loud. When Rosette hits the wall, Trid cringes. "Maybe we should refrain from making loud noises in the caves where we worry about things attacking us."

"So what do the tracks belong to?" Trid looks further up the tunnel hoping to catch a glimpse of the track makers. Spot +4

"Hey some of these torches are new, wonder who put the new ones in?" Trid looks down the hall wondering who it could be.

They are quite underpowered. I mean a Cleric or Wizard are so much more powerful. Beguilers are only really good at social interactions not really at combat.

"Magic, ha ha someone created a magic spell just to keep their caves clean," Trid begins to chuckle finding the idea that a powerful mage would create a spell just to get out of his chores. "Maybe really powerful magic men just use their magics to keep themselves from having to get their hands...

Trid oddly now walking near the front of the group just behind Charlie. "I find it odd that all of these are fresh and none of them have been lit. Do you think a creature comes through here and cleans them? Do you think it might be magic?" Trid's curiosity seems to be taking over, as his...

"Well that was neat, but I agree lets get moving along." Trid follows Rosette out of this area of the cave.

Trid moves up to help Rosette trying to break the webbing with his walking stick. He only tries it if he thinks he can do it without hurting his friend. If not he will resort to using his hands to try and tear the webbing. "Mik and Charlie squash that bug" :melee: +0 1d6 or DC 14 vs d20+0

"Ummmmmm....." Trids voice trembles slightly, "I think I found what made those webs, uhhh, I think we got a big problem...I think we got its attention." Trid readies his weapon. Trid gets a little louder the tremble gone from his voice, "Everyone we got ourselves a spider problem back here...

Trid being a bit interested in animals even spiders. "Really Darren let me look," Trid looks carefully as the others pass him by. He shakes his head, "Sorry I hate to stare, but I wish I knew more about them. They look neat." Trid still keeps his walking stick out ready for anything as he is...

Trid would have tried to wait for the others to pass him as he wants to be in the back

How steep is this hill? How far back the way we came? Trid is very fearful and when the hill becomes steep, he will slow down. Any thing on the walls? What do they look like? (sorry I am looking for details) as Trid might have suggested going back after seeing the torches quit. Oh well...

"So what do we do?" Trid is confused as to how far down a quickly sloping hill would he go. "Maybe we should go back up." As he turns around and heads back up.

Trid looks around, "Just more of the same... yeah right into the cobwebs. I like spiders." Trid seems excited in the chance to see a spider in the cave. Trid hangs to the back letting the others cut the way through the tunnels, he makes sure he is not last as the darkness does scare him a bit...

Trid gives Darren a sideways glance, "Calm down Darren, I meant that Charlie has high hopes of finding good quality stuff still in this cave. Unless everything in here is as well preserved as the torches, and that would be really weird."

Trid chuckles "Charlie you are a dreamer...I will happy to find a place to be that is out of the rain. I wonder what is down this right side... Maybe gems, now that would be really nice."

"If these torches have seen recent use then we might be able to mark the wall with the burnt stuff on the end of the wall torches. Maybe left then again right...." Trid pauses listening for the wind. "No idea but don't creatures live in old mines...? Not animals..."

Trid walks slowly and thinks, "I wonder if any of them have ever been in the woods much?" "So what do we do if we finds something in the cave?" Trid asks as he tries to follow the others.

"Let's hope that there ain't anything in here that wants to eat us..." Trid finds it funny that he is the only one saying these thoughts but yet everyone moves very slowly.

Back of the line walking stick in hand no torch