<strong>Garrett Cartwright (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10197)</strong><br/><em>Town Guardsman</em><br/>﻿<div class="floatleft">(http://desmond.imageshack.us/Himg36/scaled.php?server=36&amp;filename=cityguardarchericon.jpg&amp;res=medium)</div><br/>As they descended into the atrium, Garrett rummaged around in his packs for beat up old bullseye lantern.  Though worn from years of use, when he took a bit of flint to it the oil flashed to life almost immediately, illuminating the immediate area and hopefully casting aside the shadows that the lingering daylight could not.  He stepped cautiously towards the ruddy cloth in the western alcove, checking the floor for any signs of disturbances in the dust.<br/><br/>"S'pose this place earned its name, eh?" he muttered, more to himself than the rest of the party.  "Prolly the wind, though.  Playin' tricks on the ears."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">   <br/><strong>[Survival Check] 11</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=35419)<br/><strong>[Perception Check] 12</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=35420)<br/></div></div>