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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 9041135" data-attributes="member: 2012">Once Aureus calms her nerves, she takes a deep breath and goes through the room more carefully to check the floor and walls in details. More than likely the room itself isn't trapped. They would have set off such a trap by now. She just rechecks for her peace of mind. Still, she'll want to check the chests once Caerth assures her he is fine with her trying to get them open. She takes a long time, but doesn't go through the room over and over again.."You are still worrying too much," Qi says to her. "You would have found something by now."Aureus sighs. "But only if it was something simple. If there is something more complex...""It would have gone off by now," Qi tries to assure her.Aureus settles herself in between Quinn, Maur and Caerth. She looks at Maur. "I think it is safe. I still need to check the chests and the other furniture and these two barrels and that crate over there." she looks back towards Phar. "We probably don't have to worry about the bookshelves. Phar looked them over... and the smaller table as well.""There is a very beautiful heavy mace on the other table. It is made out of mithral." She notes a look on Maur's face. "No, no! I didn't touch it. I just looked at it.""Stratesus would not have used a metal weapon," Caerth says as he places the blanket back over The Hermit."Exactly!" Aureus agrees. "I don't think this place was supposed to be his tomb. Yes, that's what it has become but I don't think the Boots meant for him to end up like this... lying dead in his own bed."Caerth sits down on the bed and looks at the rest of the room. It seems too ornate. Maybe Stratesus wasn't as great a druid as the half-orc was lead to believe... or this room wasn't just for him, alone. Could Stratesus have had a wife? Maybe The Hermit had found companionship with Avital... or one of the other Boots? Aeron had not told him any 'Boots stories' about such things. But the old man didn't shelter Caerth from the idea of relationships. That was part of nature, as well.The half-orc druid runs his hand over the side table next to the bed. It is well crafted... not weathered like the bed. He picks up the pewter bowl and smells the tiny bit of water in it. It's not rancid, but he still wouldn't want to drink it. He puts the bowl down and runs his hands over the table's drawer. He is not surprised to find it locked."Aureus, can you get this open for me?"She looks at her friend and nods. She moves to the table an kneels down. She checks for traps, again. She nearly knocks over the table and the water spills out of the bowl. She catches the bowl before it falls onto the floor."Sorry," she says with a sigh. "I'm still nervous.""Calm, my dear," Qi encourages her. "Try again.""There's no need," Aureus says. "If it had been trapped, it would have gone off in my face. Now, let's try this lock."Aureus tries to pick the lock and fails. She growls, not at the table, but at herself. "I will not become useless!" She tries again, but doesn't concern herself with 'if the table might be trapped'. She attacks the lock with all her skill and the drawer finally opens.She sighs contented. She cracks opens the drawer and leave the content to Caerth."I need to clear my head," she leaves the room, brushing by Maur. She goes to the courtyard's table and sits down on the closest bench. She continues to growl at herself and seems to be arguing with Qi, telepathically. Finally, she takes the adamantine baton off her belt and places it away from her on the other side of the table."Enough!"Caerth pulls the drawer open as far as it will go and looks inside. There are only two things inside: An old wand that looks like it has been scorched in a fight and a rolled up scroll that is sealed with a wax stamp. The stamp is the symbol of the Boots that was on the door. The scroll is simple parchment. It doesn't look magical. Caerth doesn't care... he opens it anyway. The scroll turns out to be some sort of letter. It is written in the same proto-Anorian language that was on the door. Caerth cannot read it."Phar, I cannot read this," he says. "Please?"[OOC]Taking 10 to search the room itself; result is a 20.<a href="http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=279985" target="_blank">Aureus - Search check (side table): 1D20+10 = [1]+10 = 11</a> (that's a 1) <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f923.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":ROFLMAO:" title="ROFL    :ROFLMAO:"  data-smilie="18"data-shortname=":ROFLMAO:" /><a href="http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=279986" target="_blank">Aureus - Open Lock check (side table): 1D20+18 = [4]+18 = 22</a> (fails) <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f644.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":rolleyes:" title="Roll eyes    :rolleyes:"  data-smilie="11"data-shortname=":rolleyes:" />(Aureus tries again; Takes 10 -> 28 [success])---[USER=15882]@TaranTheWanderer[/USER], I will post the contents of the letter in the OOC thread but not right away. I need to eat lunch first and doing some cleaning.[/OOC]</blockquote>

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