Acanthus Hollyhock<br/><br/>(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y143/DancingDoggie/Female/tumblr_lrmsdgSd8b1r1g5m2o1_400-1.jpg) (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=370584)<br/><br/>Acanthus marches along the team, a fox trotting along at her heels, unexplained.  She wears heavy green/gray robes loose enough to conceal the light layer of armor beneath, complete with a big, floppy, pointy hat.  A crosbow rests on one hip, dozens of glass-tipped bolts on the other.<br/><br/>She enters the tomb with a shudder.  A thoroughly unpleasant place.  Unsurprising.  Can't let it be a distraction.  "No need to write much down, I don't think.  Most of the valuables, we can have Matilda haul out," she says with regards to her old mule tied up outside.  "And anything of value so big we can't haul it back, we can remember just fine.<br/><br/>With that, she utters a word and her hat begins glowing, then she continues on to a low chant, looking about the room.  But not the room's physical self; she opens her eyes to the flow of magic within the room.<br/><br/>((General looking about.  Perception: 6+2=8.  Casting Detect Magic.  If needed, Spellcraft result of 5+9=14, Knowledge: Arcana result of 3+9=12, Knowledge: Anything Else result of 10+5=15.))