Eurikova slithers on, sticking to the shadows and edges of the tunnel. She's starting to get that familiar itch that tells her it's time to get some money and bug out; if there was a war between drow and demons down here, she didn't much care to be stuck in the middle of a battle if a real one (as opposed to the prior little skirmish) flared up around her. At least if that happened, she could probably find a hole to hide in and sleep for a few days while her demonic meal finished digesting- she knew a number of good hiding tricks. Still, as they round a corner, Eurikova freezes in place as her eyes take in the tableau in front of her. Deep ditch, fancy bridge, lots of destruction and a temple. So- a battlefield. She's about to start crossing over the bridge when the naga stiffens again, and waves down the others and silently points under the bridge before trying to move to some better vantage point where she can get a view of what's under there before crossing.<br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/455458">Per</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+11</span><span style="font-weight: bold">21</span>