<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UZhT7LR.png)</div>"You can't see well? I can't see anything." Though in the cave she could. Soothing darkness, welcoming darkness. Mogroom pushed deeper into it. "I'll take last," she hurried to add. Last one could have the snuggest sleep. Furthermore, unlike the others Mogroom had a good reason for needing it. Magics wouldn't remember themselves.<br/><br/>An idea occurred to Mogroom as she headed deeper. "We should set up a trap. Something simple. Do any of you have sharp sticks?" Before going to bed Mogrom wanted to try set up a little defense. Just a little something. Maybe a crossbow set up with a string trigger, a loose rock, or a pit trap in some convenient crack of the crevasse.