Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Lord Nelleon picks up his sword and puts it in the ready position as he takes the lead once more. "We shall."
Cass gaped. Just a little. He would never have thought to throw the precious vial at the moldy door. He'd been planning on avoiding the moldy door entirely. Sheep. I'm just a sheep. I would've done just as the herd had done, and gone west or south. Cass frowned in frustration. These people are smarter than me. He eyed Dear Silhouette's rear end. More exotic. His eyes flicked to Nelleon. Special. What in the Nine Hells am I doing here? Rolling his shoulders, Cass grunted. He hefted his sword and prepared to--once again--follow after the others. Through the western door, apparently. In spite of a irritation and a growing headache, Cass felt excitement curl itself into a queer little knot in his belly.[/section]
Cass clapped shut his fishmouth. Dark eyes whipped to Armides. "I didn't check that door."[/section]
Armides delays opening the door just yet. He examines it first and if he finds nothing that strikes him as particularly out of the ordinary he'll open it. He is in a bit of a hurry to get this over with and does barely more than a cursory examination.
[sblock=OOC]Not taking time to Take 20 (if that's even allowed).
Cass hastened after Nelleon and whomever else cared to investigate the maze of corridors beyond the moldy door. When the group stopped at the door on the east wall of the hallway leading northeast, Cass stood back a bit and peered at the door and the floor in front of it. "Another door." The stunted obviousness of that statement hung awkwardly in the air. [/section]