Tygrane watched quietly as the dwarf worked on her bow.  She couldn’t help but watch with interest as the dwarf worked her enchanting craft on the old wood of her bow.  It was an amazing sight to see.  Her own magic had very little show to it.  A little green light and talking with animals to make her look crazy.  The dwarf’s was much more to watch.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006600">“Thank you.”</span>She said back to the dwarf.  And it as completely sincere.<span style="color: #006600">“That’s more things than any weapon I have had can do.  Seriously, thank you.”</span>She said, giving the dwarf a smile that was quickly wiped away when the orc spoke up.  Again she glared at the large green man. And then rolled her eyes and moved a little way to give the pair some room.<br/><br/>She grimaced when Dottie seemed to respond positively to the orc’s attention, and shot him the glare when he looked back at the dark skinned elf.  At his words she looked down further into the corridor.  She could guess where some traps could be.<span style="color: #006600">“Very little expertise.  But I can trigger them from a safe distance.  Of course my recommendation is you do what an orc does best.  Go be a dumb smashing beast and trigger them for us.  I’m sure you will survive.”</span>Unfortunately.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>