<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/%22Rat%22.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>"Rat" Ratcliff Vander (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cFr8PjgaKR0bQCeBh6ZGlstinqriTVdip7rSA7AS9EY/edit)</strong></span>Noticing that his play had drawn attention, he felt the need to explain. "Any trap can be set off when the conditions are right, how many work when the conditions are off? Would the drop trap offer safe points, falling on the support bar rather than into the breaker positions." He showed without resetting the device. As he scanned those watching he noticed something amiss with the plush warrior, he would have to keep an eye on that one. Was she possessed? Was this an infiltration? Inform Fargold, and corner it when the time was right. He allowed his gaze to drop again.<br/><br/>He contemplated his companions, Fargold was cold, all business. Rat could get to liking him easily. The monkey-girl had questions and was lamed, that would hinder her movements, perhaps he wasn't the slowest in the room. The green one, tall for a gnome, but not quite human, had secrets, many by the looks of things, and what were those yellow eyes attached to? The talking lizard was a surprise, as it was a dragon for crying out loud. And Amalea, straightforward, accommodating, open and talkative.<br/><br/>"Bah, the island smells of trap, the undead don't need a surface rock to be swept off of in a storm, they don't breath, so they are probably housed or stored in the surrounding waters. The island may house our wizard enclave or religious sect that is animating the dead, though with that kind of power to raise the dead, could they not also leave the island with relative ease leaving whoever stormed their beaches to fend off the encroaching army?" The dwarf settled back a bit as he thought it over, "What say the indigenous species of the seas? Sea elves and merfolk should have a few things to say of a portion of their world being lifted to the surface. Have we exhausted planar options of information gathering? What do we know, what do we suspect, what can we eliminate as true. Is Avredo attacking its own shores to alleviate any blame as it uses undead to wage war and conquer territory elsewhere? And last but not least, is our dear Ophelia truly the acidic wit that has summoned all of these undead and has infiltrated our ranks to monitor its only true opposition in this plane?" Yes his last statement was absurd, or was it? He watched the princess' reactions.