JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
"Careful," Ssz'irac says to his bruised companions. "This seems like a trap."
The drow rogue stands perfectly still, only his head moving from side to side as he allows all of his senses to study every little detail in the room. His eyes scan the walls, ceiling, floor and the throne, skeleton, and pegs. His ears, sensitive to the strangely echoing noises in caves within the Underdark, attempt to catch any sound. His nose, never his best sense, nevertheless sniffs the cool air. And his gut, which tells him something dangerous is close.
The drow rogue stands perfectly still, only his head moving from side to side as he allows all of his senses to study every little detail in the room. His eyes scan the walls, ceiling, floor and the throne, skeleton, and pegs. His ears, sensitive to the strangely echoing noises in caves within the Underdark, attempt to catch any sound. His nose, never his best sense, nevertheless sniffs the cool air. And his gut, which tells him something dangerous is close.
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