Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Dancing Dryad Inn, Second Floor<br/><br/>Trakas took his seat as Alice asked whether the Tomb was real, lifting his right leg and resting his foot on his knee. The Druid folded his hands comfortably in his lap. Trakas had always believed in the place. If Acererak was real, and he most certainly was, then something like the Tomb of Horrors was certainly within the demilich's power.<br/><br/>As Lethiel confirmed the rumors, the Druid sighed, looking to his pet with a sad smile. Trakas' morality and patron both demanded that he enter the Tomb to rescue the victims and disband the cult, by force if necessary. But the legends of that vile place were nothing short of terrifying, and the Elf had also confirmed those concerning the dungeon's nature; a place of traps, monsters, and death. Trakas looked from Roland to Alice then. He hated descending into dungeons. He was at home in the forests; there, he was in control, he was at his most powerful, and little could surprise him. But in a dark, vile place buried in the earth... there, the Druid was vulnerable. More importantly, his friends were vulnerable. That was the true reason Trakas Lionheart hated dangerous places like the Tomb of Horrors. He always went in wondering if his friends would come out alive. The ever-stoic Druid kept his doubts to himself, though. They served no real purpose. Trakas was the water that tempered others' heated passions. He was always collected, because he had to be. His questions were the important things at that moment.<br/><br/>Roland padded along surprisingly quietly, lying down closer to his master. The Druid idly stroked his companion's head.<strong>"I have two questions. The first is rather light. What would you prefer us to call you?"</strong>Trakas asked with a gentle smile. It was the kind of smile you would expect from a man many years older than the Druid. He swallowed, clearing his throat for his second, much more important question. While he doubted that she would be unable to -- why would she have placed the advertisement on the quest board if she could not? - it was best to verify these things. While he certainly hoped that she was more suited to the task than himself, nature's gifts included some spells that would be of aid if they were necessary.<br/><br/><strong>"Can you locate the Tomb of Horrors?"</strong>the Druid asked in a dry voice. He reached into his cloak, grasping the magical flask and taking another drink of the hot tea.