Dottie smiled at the tall woman, taking the bow that was offered to her. She took the weapon with great care, and sat down at the start of the hallway where the light was still able to cast long shadows on the jagged and sharp-stoned floor. Her soft chanting voice was fast and calculated, using coarse dwarfish from centuries ago to weave a spell of gentle blue light around the weapon. Her words changed somewhere midway, transforming the blue light into a netted green web of sparkling glow. It didn't take her longer than a few minutes to set up the enchantments she wanted. Dottie did look significantly drained from her excess adrenaline when she gave the bow back, something that could be worrisome if they would get attacked immediately.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"There, that should do the trick. I've given it some nice shock damage and magicka drainage, and a spell specifically designed to turn undead back to where they came from. Should do a nice trick whether your opponent is some rattling bag of bones or the necromancer puppeteering them. Then we can finally see how good you are with you aim"</span><br/><br/>Dottie gave Tyora a playful wink before she brushed off the dust from her knees and followed her way deeper into to the tunnel.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0080">"So Grummush, you big piece of lovely green manmeat. What's next? Hidden traps or secret doorways? What can you make out in this darkness?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>