<span style="color: #ff0080">" Thank you, Grum. Though not well enough, Maria seemed to have taken a hit pretty badly. Next time we should be more prepared, though those silly mages should stay more in the back as well. A fight is not a game, especially not when you're in the line of fire without anything to protect your skin from sharp objects."</span><br/><br/>Dothoabella sounded more serious than ever as she wriggled her eyebrows underneath her helmet. Her blood-soaked clothes underneath her armour was cool on her skin, and she could not help but shiver at the feeling of it.<br/><span style="color: #ff0080"><br/>
"Let's secure the room, yes. Checking for more hidden pathways would be an excellent idea as well, and I'd be ever so grateful if one of our pyromaniacs could burn that rotting food away. The stench is nearly making me puke out the contents of my lunch."</span><br/><br/>Dottie walked over to Grummush, cleaning her mace as she looked around her with keen eyes. The dwarven woman was ever so watchful, looking out for anything unusual or moving in the corners of the dining room from hell.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>