Tyg watched the reaction from the ork, and immediately pulled lightly back on her bowstring and the arrow she had ready.  The wood creaked lightly.  The simple fact that he was very obviously about to give into rage at what she said proved her opinion.  Orcs were little more than beasts ruled by their rage and lust.  Even if they acted differently.  One wrong word and that beast came out.  Maybe her choice of words had been a little off, but too late to take it back now.<br/><br/>Or maybe it wasn’t as Dottie spoke up and the orc seemed to deflate.  The whole situation seemed to deflate with the dwarfs words.  The orc wasn’t even glaring death at her.  After a long sigh she shook her head.<span style="color: #006600">“Not be friends, never with him.  And sure as hell not fucking like rabbits.  But lets just get this done ."</span>With that she moved past and looked further down the hallway and looked into the darkness.<br/><br/>And didn’t really see anything obvious for traps.  That wasn’t easy.  She needed to see or know where the traps or triggers were to actually safely trigger them.  A first option was to see if there were any animals.  Even a few rats would help.  Closing her eyes she sent a pulse of magic out.  Searching and calling any natural animals to her.  Needing the help.  That wasn’t visible other than her eyes glowing lightly for a few seconds when she opened them again.<br/><br/>Even if she didn’t get any animals she could do a little testing with her arrows.  Shooting one to see if there were any magical triggered traps.  If they were just mundane traps that may be a problem.  She didn’t see the triggers for them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>