Dragonwriter
First Post
Jareth frowns as the rat-faced elf immediately engages in more greed-based activity. "If the others are trapped, leave them alone. That thing nearly killed you and Cedric. Going for something that may finish the job, when we still have more important work to do, seems like outright stupidity." The young man coils his chain again, hooking it onto his belt.
"Now, rather than trying to get yourself killed immediately, why not take a closer look at that back wall? You spotted some sort of groove or outline there, and it was where the mimic was placed. Perhaps the wall is a fake? Preferably not another mimic..."
He merely waits, letting others get out of the room if they wish. Though he does take a moment to say over his shoulder, "Tira, she summoned the golden hound, which did help. The rest of the time, she, like you, couldn't get a shot off clearly. You each did one thing to help... Call it even and let the matter damn well drop."
"Now, rather than trying to get yourself killed immediately, why not take a closer look at that back wall? You spotted some sort of groove or outline there, and it was where the mimic was placed. Perhaps the wall is a fake? Preferably not another mimic..."
He merely waits, letting others get out of the room if they wish. Though he does take a moment to say over his shoulder, "Tira, she summoned the golden hound, which did help. The rest of the time, she, like you, couldn't get a shot off clearly. You each did one thing to help... Call it even and let the matter damn well drop."