Boog's mouth was silent, but his brain worked tirelessly, unheard by all.
"Load, unload, load, unload. Nothing to charm, no real reason to mindlink. And most of them are destroyed before I can even damage them. Why am I here? I need to be honing my skills, getting ready, ready for them..."
Such were his thoughts as he eased string from the bolt and sloooowly released the tension, his fingers burning from the force of the bowstring. Boog searched the room as he did the one before, but left the chests for last in case there was someone in the party more skilled with tricky locks and traps than he.
OOC:[sblock]Search, +2, taking 20. Boog will leave the chests for last in hopes that someone else will search them, but will do so himself if nobody else does.[/sblock]