It was a leech. Probably made of magma,<em>that's</em>what. She sniffs a the air some more and shrugs. "No way to tell which way goes where. If whoever built this place" - and she sounds<em>certain</em>that it was built - "is anything like kobolds, there's probably bolt-holes from every chamber." She pauses, tapping her fingers against the femur-handle of her new weapon. "Well, except the ones nobody is supposed to escape from.<em>Butthat'stotallydifferent.</em>" A big, who-me innocent grin. "<em>Anyway, I think we'll be best-served going... uh... thattaway," </em>she says, pointing to the western exit<br/><br/>"First though, before we get all muzzy about who's going where... Maybe we toss all our jank in a pile and see what can come of it, huh? What've we got, some bones, swords, a little wood, some scraps of shit... I could make you a chainmail bikini," she offers to Nym with an amused grin.<br/><br/>"Has anyone found food? Or something to carry water in?" she barks out, loud enough to echo around the chamber, for those scouting the other alcoves to hear.