MacConnell
Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Welcome to my Parlor
Sheldon also crouches down and moves up to enter the anteroom behind Tor. Indigo, who seems to be mostly ignored by the bats, notices Turtle flee and moves off after him. Once outside, the bats taking higher to the air and no longer pose a problem, allows Indigo to calm the bear.
Tor gestures again when Merin crouches down, and Merin shakes his head, indicating he does not detect anything untoward.
Tor and Sheldon enter the other room.
The female does not rise to her feet. An array of various bowls of powders and trinkets lie at her feet. A small fire burns in front of her.
Due to the number of bats pouring into the room, Merin cannot see Tor well enough to determine his gesture. Ducking down to leave his shield seems to help, as the bats are mostly up high. Seeing Tor stoop, Merin follows suit, thinking that is what he wanted. When Tor causes his sword to glow, the bats attempt to avoid colliding with him.Since Tor will have difficulty fitting through the narrow opening, he volunteers to go first. He puts the shield aside, preferring to go with two swords in these close, cramped quarters. "Who said we were afraid of anything?" he barks, "The reason your ravagers are dead is because we do not rush ahead blindly like fools." Tor nods quickly to Merin, pointing at the ground. Then he attempts to use Way to make his swords shed light, as he scans the floor, walls, and ceiling for signs of possible traps. Merin follows Tor's silent suggestion, using Way to detect for traps that are hidden or obscured from visual detection.
Sheldon also crouches down and moves up to enter the anteroom behind Tor. Indigo, who seems to be mostly ignored by the bats, notices Turtle flee and moves off after him. Once outside, the bats taking higher to the air and no longer pose a problem, allows Indigo to calm the bear.
Tor gestures again when Merin crouches down, and Merin shakes his head, indicating he does not detect anything untoward.
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Tor and Sheldon enter the other room.
The female does not rise to her feet. An array of various bowls of powders and trinkets lie at her feet. A small fire burns in front of her.
Shadows play about the room, unnaturally, making it seem darker than it should be and determining specifics difficult.Mere paarlar karane ka svaagat, hai kaha makkhee makadee. I do like to talk. I get no opportunity after they become mindless Ravishers.
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