<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EHC9lYtXkAEhS3T?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Irethe (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/41018784/V9YpDt)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Off-white woolen cloak & hood over blackened leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mystery Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all; Iridris, Betty<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>30/30 -<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><strong>Passive Perception/Insight:</strong>12 / 14<br/><strong>Passive Investigation: </strong>15<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As the swords and fire raged through the keep, Irethe had known that whatever her role in this event, she would not be spared if she were found. There was a part of her that didn't mind that prospect so much; the things she'd done, the people she'd sent the boots after... and here now, hypocrite she was, hiding after committing the same treason as they had. It would be perfectly fair... but then there was another part,<em>that</em>part, that warned her. Gave her the sense there was more left to do; if only to clear her own soul. Sparing that priest's life had just been a single step on that path.<br/><br/>So she had skulked her way through corridors and passageways, somehow not getting caught in any arcane blasts; if it made the stools into sheep, what might happen to her? At least, that's what she thought until she apparated into another part of the castle entirely.<em>That</em>wasn't supposed to happen! Seeing shapes and hearing voices around her, Irethe's hands immediately fell to the pair of daggers at her hips... before she recognized them.<br/><br/><strong>"Good to see you all made it,"</strong>she offered with a note of caution. As ever the other voice warned her in the back of her mind what...<em>no who</em>these people were. Irethe's hands relaxed from her weapons regardless.<strong> "From the sound of things, this keep is about to become a heap, with us in it. It'd be a shame to waste someone's teleportation magic - and our lives - over some... books?"</strong>She left it as a question, looking to Iridris.<strong>"I know a few ways out, depending on where, exactly we are... I guess... I guess I can't <em>guarantee</em> they're safe or even still there, with. Everything."</strong>There was a glance to Betty and her tears, and Irethe shifted stance uncomfortably.<strong>"We could reclaim whatever is taken easily enough I think. But we need to be alive to do it."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Korosa, can you tell me a little bit about this artifact and cleric situation?</div></div>