Dotheabella was relived her comical remarks were diffusing the situation. Sometimes these babe's didn't know how to survive in a hostile situation with only those close to you to guard your back.<br/><br/>Having those exact people liking and respecting you only increases your chances of survival. Or getting laid. Whichever comes first, Dottie thought to herself as she absentmindedly sqeeuzed her legs together.<br/><br/>She followed the grum though the tunnel, trying to stay up front as much as possible in case of an attack. The strangely familiar sweet scent was tugging at her memory but she couldn't recall what it was or where she had encountered it before. Being over 3000 years old had its advantages and disadvantages, but in this case she wished she could remember.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, her guard was up and her weapon ready until a thought sprang into her mind.<br/><span style="color: #ff0080"><br/>
"Igney, the traps were magical of nature. Seeing that none of the night crawlers with us could see them with their eyes. Do you have the power to lay out some sort of magical vision or perimeter to search for a magical explanation of this heat and smell? It's not sitting right with me, and I can't for the life of me remember where I've scented this before."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>