"Doing good is its own reward," Bimpnott mutters emotionless, echoing the same line he has used for years as a watchman. Then the firbolg enters the building, stooping a little to avoid hitting his head on the doorpost. He holds his sword out defensively, and takes a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness.
Familiar darkness. Being indoors again makes the giantkin feel a lot more comfortable than out in the woods, despite his size and racial disposition. At least he knows the darkness, and instinctively Bimpnott reaches out with - well, he's not quite sure what to call it, but it's a feeling inside that other people seem to lack, and it can sense magics unseen by eyes.
Using the racial ability to Detect Magic; 1/SR, sweeping the area ahead.
You stand in near darkness. If not for Terry, the darkness would be total. As you cautiously enter, you can see that the entry foyer has a large open space with a floor of black marble. Two imposing looking demonic statues stand to either side of the foyer as if motionlessly keeping watch over the empty room.
your detect magic causes the entire area to glow in your vision. There is definitely magic around,.
One of the shadows near the mass grave looks less vague, more like a fully armored...probably an elf given the ear-points...but in the gloom and with semi-transparent shadow it is hard to say for sure.
"Hello, again." the voice tries both in elven and common. It sounds tired.
The shadow of the elf fills out, gain color and substance. The elf holds his arms up and wide in generally recognized 'I am not a danger' gesture
" I know. It wasn't my idea to be alone in the forest. But I was sent here to check it out. I am Umbril. I will gladly help you if you can take me out if the woody eventually."