((<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/135558">Perception Roll:</a>1d20+9:<span style="font-weight: bold">22</span>))<br/><br/>"Yeah, we're going to need all the help we can get," Nako agrees, ears perked and scanning their surroundings. He hadn't ruled out the possibility of the Blackscales launching a counter attack, and was wary for any sign of it - though fading, his head hurt enough and he wasn't in any hurry to end up entombed in herb-infused clay again. He turns away from the others to gesture to Linda. "We're heading out, we could use your help, and that of your uh.." he trails off, looking at the bloody blackscale skeleton. "..'friends.' Yeah. Evens the odds."<br/><br/>He gives the others a similar motion of 'come along' as he starts for the temple.