Brigitta
Brigitta pauses near the entrance and inhales deeply, drinking in the charnel smell and cataloging against cadavers in various states of decay - from vivisection room to battlefield - that she has encountered during her travels.
[OCC: She will "take 10" on either Healing, Profession: Physician or Knowledge:Anatomy, whichever seems most appropriate in an attempt to try to identify the stench and likely age from her experience]
As resiliant as her nostrils are, bile rises in her throat. She forces it back down with a strained smile, plucks vial of camphor from her kits a dabs a bit under her nose. She turns to the ex-soldier and speaks softly, "This may indeed be the heart of our search, Mr. Haskins...have a care as you venture forward."
Her knuckles turn white as she clamps her small hand around the Webley's grip.
~ OO
Brigitta pauses near the entrance and inhales deeply, drinking in the charnel smell and cataloging against cadavers in various states of decay - from vivisection room to battlefield - that she has encountered during her travels.
[OCC: She will "take 10" on either Healing, Profession: Physician or Knowledge:Anatomy, whichever seems most appropriate in an attempt to try to identify the stench and likely age from her experience]
As resiliant as her nostrils are, bile rises in her throat. She forces it back down with a strained smile, plucks vial of camphor from her kits a dabs a bit under her nose. She turns to the ex-soldier and speaks softly, "This may indeed be the heart of our search, Mr. Haskins...have a care as you venture forward."
Her knuckles turn white as she clamps her small hand around the Webley's grip.
~ OO