Dottie pulled the helmet from her head and ruffled through her sweat-soaked pink hair. She was pulling her ponytails a bit tighter, and braiding them into pigtails when the orc was finally getting rid of the awfully foul smelling food. After having finished her hair, with the helmet still balancing between her knees, she looked up towards the orc and nodded in agreement.<br/><br/>The flush in his skin, his tautly tensed muscles and his wandering eyes didn't escape the dwarven woman's notice either. She had a hunch why the man wanted some private time alone, nothing better than blowing of some steam after a short and hardy fight. However, the engineer had her doubt about how safe it would be to leave the mages unprotected, and as she saw the tiefling following after the other orcess she couldn't help but roll her eyes.<br/><br/>The group had been able to fend off the skeletons rather well, as a team, and evenso one of them still got gravely injured. So apparently everyone seemed to find it an excellent idea to wander of alone into an ancient crypt with cursed food and a rather powerful necromancer hiding somewhere. In all of her thousands of years of experience the dwarf had never seen such an idiotic group of morons.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"You know what, fuck it. Excellent idea! Let's scout some dark hallways, if anyone wishes to join us, by all means come and follow! If not, you'd probably be as safe in this room as anywhere else in this crypt."</span><br/><br/>Dottie rolled her eyes and smiled wickedly at Grummush, winking at him mischievously before she followed her way into the left hallway, hoping the orc would follow her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>