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Ruathen waits, rapier in hand, slowly shifting his balance from one foot to the other.

Feeling compelled to keep silent in the austere quiet of these long-sealed chambers, Ruathen follows Jasper and Padraig, imagining the rooms' former state as he glances around them.

Ruathen grins at Jasper's jest. "Aye, but let's ready ourselves, should we reel in something akin to what we caught in that last fishing hole," he says, taking up a position about 10 feet back and to the left of the southern door.

"I agree. Frankly, I don't relish the idea of a pitched battle in these fragile surroundings. Especially against foes who think nothing of tossing about explosives."

Ruathen takes the vial Gil was examining, holds it up to the light, swirling its contents, and finally pulls the stopper, briefly sniffing the contents. Wrinkling his nose, he replaces the stopper and hands the vial back. "It's a potion of Spider Climbing, alright. Smells like pine tar and...

"Ah... as risky as it may be to leave the enemy at our backs, perhaps if we make a tactical retreat the architecture will take care of them for us," Ruathen observes, eyeing the ceiling's state.

Ruathen looks up at Konstantine and smiles weakly. "Handy little thing, that. My thanks." With that, he - very gingerly - slips off his pack and retrieves a small vial, downing the contents. drinking a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds

*crackle, crackle* *smolder* :\

Hoping to draw its attention away from Jasper, Ruathen sends a pair of Magic Missiles streaking toward the bugbear he had engaged moments before. casting Magic Missile at #4

Deciding to forego wasting time with spellcasting, Ruathen instead leaps into the fray, moving to flank the bugbear facing Gil, and lashing out at it with his rapier. Moving next to #4 and attacking

Ruathen nods to Padraig, moving into line behind him, "Wise decision. The crowded quarters were what almost cost Gil his life back there."

As Ruathen rolls up and stows his blanket, he periodically glances toward the entrance to the eastern chamber, wary of what may lie that way, but well aware that the party's mission won't be resolved by staying put.

Ruathen exhales quietly but deeply, relieved of some of the tension he'd been feeling regarding both the Deva's motives and Gil's health.

Unsure whether to mistrust the Deva, or simply attribute its inaction to an automaton-like adherence to its orders, Ruathen remains in the chamber, kneeling by Gil and monitoring his vital signs. He listens to Konstantine, then makes a suggestion. "I do not know if it is wise to even consider...

Ruathen's eyes dart between Padraig, the golem, and Jasper as he considers his next action. Realizing Padraig's heavy armor would nullify any augmentation of his agility, Ruathen dashes over to Jasper, reaching a hand out to enspell him with Cat's Grace.

Having few useful options at this point, Ruathen waits for Konstantine to make his way to Gil before he moves forward himself to bestow one of his few remaining augmentative spells on an ally.

Edited my action in the game thread. Thanks :)

Hm, ok, if circumstances after the surprise round change what I would do, I'll let you know.

"And who suggested we go exploring? Oh, yes, the Deva..." Ruathen grumbles as he rifles through the pouch at his belt. Drawing forth a bit of fried hog flesh, he mutters something incomprehensible and tosses the pork rind toward the animated statue, and calls out, "Don't waste magic on it except...

Trusting that Konstantine will be safe alone with the Deva, Ruathen accompanies the others into the eastern room, raising an eyebrow at the condition of the supports keeping tons of stone from entombing them all. "Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike being underground?"