<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/Bright-leopard.jpg)</div><br/>"I think you may have the right of it," one of the others slaves said, nodding at Rowan. "Poison doesn't come cheap, especially good poison. Why waste coin on it when the idea of poison is likely to be just as effective." He looked around the group before continuing. "Bright Leopard. I used to be a guardsman in the city. Until I refused to not see something," he added bitterly. "I got framed, and sold into slavery." He held a staff loosely in his hands, with the casual grip of one used to it. A pair of daggers were tucked into his belt sash, one on either side.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/Ivory-willow.jpg)</div><br/><br/>"My name is Ivory Willow." The older woman's voice held the liquid tones of the upper class. "I .. was .. a scholar. A tutor to the children of House Sharji. One of the princes decided that my conduct was unbecoming towards him, because I sought to instil in him the rudiments of civilised behavior. I was informed that my services were no longer required, and was being released." She paused a few moments before continuing. "The little monster bribed a pair of the guards to accost me, and when I regained my senses, I had been sold."<br/><br/>"Of traps and arms, I know little, but I can read and speak every civilised language. If this tomb is from the breaking of the world, perhaps there will be clues in here that will let us navigate it safely."<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Cerulean-owl.jpg)</div><br/><br/>"Cerulean Owl," announced the last man, giving a polite bow. He was slightly built, and had a friendly face. "I'm a clockmaker by trade. I find myself in this rather unfortunate situation due to an overabundance of unwise investments."<br/><br/>"Investments?" Ivory Willow's voice held a tone of disbelief.<br/><br/>"He means gambling debts," Bright Leopard offered up. "Must be Plentimon's own debts you owe if a clockmaker can't pay them off."<br/><br/>"Alas so," the clockmaker replied. "When it comes to delicate mechanisms, my talents are second to none. When it comes to dice and horses, well .. I'd say I still have a lot to learn, but I do not think I need worry about those any longer."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/99/Qadira.jpg)</div><br/><br/>"I don't know why I'm here," the young woman who had been hovering at the back said. "I'm Qadira. I .. I just worked in a coffee house, til it burned down. They said I was responsible, but I wasn't, I swear. Things just .. I didn't do anything." Her voice trailed off, as her wide eyes looked around the room.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For Evening Glory's investigation</div><div class="spoiler_body">None of the bodies had any kinds of insignia. Most were dressed poorly, much like everyone here. At best guess, these are earlier groups of slaves that were sent in here. A couple of the oldest ones might have been guards, as they had leather armour on.<br/><br/>About half show signs of fighting, defensive wounds or other small wounds here and there, enough to indicate injuries taken. Some of the injuries look deep enough to have killed, others wouldn't be fatal, but some discolouration around the wounds might be signs of poison .. though what poison could be effective after this length of time you have no idea. A handful show signs of extensive trauma .. mangled or missing limbs, or massive deep wounds. These would have been fatal in a short time.<br/><br/>Perhaps a third show only a single clean blow, to the head or heart .. he would recognise a mercy stroke when he saw it. A quick, clean death with minimal pain.<br/></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception and Awareness rolls from everyone</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">2 successes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Qadira seems to be focusing not on the other people in the room, but past them into what appears to be empty space. Mostly she seems to be looking at the corridor that leads out deeper into the tomb, but also at some of the bodies .. but not looking where they lie on the ground, but 5 or 6 feet above them. </div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">3+ successes</div><div class="spoiler_body">In addition to the above, whatever is going on with her has her REALLY scared. No one is exactly happy right now, but she seems on the verge of panic.</div></div><br/></div></div>