<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Nys Vendatti</span><br/><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br/>Tagging: Two Prudes and a Perv</strong><br/><br/>Nys gave a short reply to Melda in a normal volume, although he used the same language.  As he spoke, the corner of his mouth tilted up in a grin.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Elvish</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>"If you earn it."</strong></div></div>Ellen was given only a sharp look of condescension; he'd spent less than a minute on a bit of harmless fun and it wasn't as though she couldn't begin without them.  If she chose to stand around watching then pretend to be disgusted by a bit of eroticism then he was hardly the issue.<strong>"Impatience and traps don't mix well, girl."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I expect the aura is simply the magic used to create the flames,"</strong>he paused a moment in thought,<strong>"nor have we touched on magical traps or devices yet.  Be cautious - he's obviously not one to give much preparation for things - but I think we can focus on the mechanical for now.  As for being crushed,"</strong>he shrugged,<strong>"I've been in far deeper and darker, and I don't imagine the school has waited just for our jaunt to collapse upon itself.  I should warn you, though, the spanking threat applies to pretty much any sort of panic and screaming.  You hurt my ears, I hurt your ass."</strong>He smiled at Na'ima teasingly, amused by her obvious repression, but ignored the others; he wanted the earlier taste of attention to leave Melda wanting, while the half elf simply wasn't worth his time until she learned to be more sociable.<br/><br/>He helped examine the hallway, but found nothing the others hadn't; nor was he nearly so distressed about the encroaching darkness as the others, who likely couldn't see in it.  When they came to the fog-obscured doorway, he gazed into the mists curiously.  He was about to enter when Melda did so; instead he followed behind her, chuckling softly as her steps seemed slightly...distracted.<br/><br/>Nys followed her lead in stealth, although he didn't anticipate any purpose to it; this dungeon was about traps, not monsters, and he had no doubt they were being carefully watched.  The dwarf seemed the type to enjoy glaring at three groups of amateurs simultaneously.  Instead, Nys was much more concerned about architectural features they couldn't see: wires, pits and triggers came to mind.  He crouched down to feel the floor.<strong>"Move slowly."</strong><br/><br/>Sneak 10, Perception 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?u=32877)