<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GD4Ccek.jpg)</div><strong>Sagacious Emerald AKA "Sage"</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x2COni4h1cYJFuB9wqN-VtISzoRrXM0Rl5qhoQMuykQ/edit)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>: The Nightengale Stairs<br/><span class="bbc_u">Time</span>: Night, just after moonrise<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tagging</span>: All present<br/><span class="bbc_u">Actions</span>: Springing or not springing a trap<br/><span class="bbc_u">Languages</span>: Riverspeak, Flametongue, High Realm, Old Realm<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Sage felt a deep seated frustration as the other slave explorers searched.  Not at them but at himself.  Stupid!  He'd encountered this kind of trap before and still blundered right into it.  He took a few steadying breaths as he stayed in place, as still as though he were a statue.  At Iron Sand's question, he spoke again, "It might be anything that seems out of place up there.  A tile that's misaligned or a carving at a different depth than the others around it or any number of things."  He shrugged at Rowan's comments, "Once we get out, perhaps you'll never need to enter a tomb again, save once.  But it's really not so bad.  Sometimes, anyway."<br/><br/>Zaira's discovery brought a sigh of relief.  "Good thinking and good plan," he called back up the steps.  "She's right, everyone back up.  If any of you big, strong folks wanted to help whoever Zaira gave the end of that rope too, I'd be grateful."  He took the tossed end of rope and neatly made two loops out of it, sliding his arms through them with the rope at his back to form a kind of harness.  "All right.  Let me know when you're ready!"<br/><br/>Once he got the response that they were prepared, Sage took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders.  It would be best to be ready to dodge in case this didn't work, as well as having the rope ready.  "Here we go."  He lifted his right foot and then stepped down onto the next stair.