Kenneth
"Everybody, go, now!" cries Gregor, then there is a flurry of activity as Kenneth feels a jerk on his collar and the brief sensation of flying through the air.
"But, my boot!" he says trying to catch a glimpse of his footwear through the expanding cloud of gas.
When Gregor sets him down, Kenneth proceeds to dust himself off yet again, muttering to himself.
"So it was a trick trap. Should have known, next time it will be a reverse gravity spell. And now I'm shoeless with dirt stuck in my hair. Who knows what was in that gas, too. Probably make my skin pale, is what it'll do. I better get a bath soon...
Kenneth removes a fine-toothed comb from one of the pockets buried deep with his vest and begins to brush back his hair as he examines the familiar statues. He pats his hair, making sure that at least most of it is now in its correct place, and weaves through the statues.
"Come on," he says. "Let's take a look in the alcoves, and try to figure out where that breeze is coming from."
OOC - Kenneth tries to determine the direction of the breeze, but most likely looks in the wrong direction. Survival -2. He explores the alcoves, as well, looking for any interesting features. Search +3, various Knowledge +7, bardic knowledge +4.