<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/94/c1/c094c1241eeca14cf26cb640ed1adc46.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Faelyn Mythrandir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg15150856#msg15150856)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Leather armor and Winter furs<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Standing guard<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, The party<br/><hr/><br/>As the group made their way even higher, the young elf couldn't help but begin to feel claustrophobic as the air grew stale and sour.  "I will keep my eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary, however that is already all I expect to see in this place."  She replied to Danae during their ascent.<br/><br/>Looking onward from the rear, Faelyn could just catch the edges of the small torture chambers within and couldn't help but feel disgusted at the contraptions and those who would make use of such devices to strip people of their identities, believing themselves providing assistance to another's so called psychosis.<br/><br/>"Is all well?  There is not much room to move about up there.  Even if there were, if we do find your friend and she is well, I doubt my face is the first thing she would want to be greeted by.  Perhaps it best for the moment for me to remain here in the landing to prevent anyone running down for help and as a first line of defense should someone begin making their way up here."  She called up to the group before getting herself nice and comfortable on watch duty, her bow held limp in her hand and one finger toying with the fletching of an arrow as she waited for a noise to call her to action, be it from the fore or the rear.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception check =14</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-07-29 16:33:19, Velatha (uid: 61604) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148124)</div></div>