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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Imladir" data-source="post: 7526264" data-attributes="member: 6967536">Faenala followed, despite her exhaustion. What else could she do? She couldn't stop. She might be able to keep her body warm thanks to her spells, her feet were frozen. By the time they reach the entrance to the caves - or whatever they are - she's in no state to care about much of anything, much less to notice anything out of place. As far as she's concerned, nothing exists outside of her muscles protesting against the abuse, her stomach demanding to be fed and... No, her feet... Well, she didn't feel her feet. She's dimly aware that can't be a good thing, but she's too tired to care.She looks at Bria, then at the patch of snow she indicates, but doesn't see anything particular about it. If it were covered in blood, sure. Possibly. Maybe. But as it is... Instead of reacting to anything there is to see, she just waits to see what the others are going to do.[OOC]<a href="http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=223731" target="_blank">Perception: 1D20+2 = [9]+2 = 11</a><a href="http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=223731" target="_blank"></a>[/OOC]</blockquote>