<div class="floatleft">(http://s23.postimg.org/eiv32yjs7/Darius_Headshot.jpg)<div class="floatleft"> Darius walks around the table, still sure that this was of some significance. "Owl, was it? Good idea, we can eat and get acquainted with each other. And someone with a strong fist, please check around to see if there are any more people down here. Rhubarb? Rhuardh, that's it. I believe there's a gargling sailor around here with language such as that, please check on him." With a slight gravel in HER voice, Darius could not tell the difference, especially since his eyes were still adjusting to the poor lighting. Motioning over to the noble with the blond hair, "When your are done skinning a few of those rats, send me the pelts. Carve me out a few teeth too, preferably the canids, fangs as they are commonly named. It sounds like an odd skill, but I can thread them together to have some sort of covering. Since everybody but me in near naked… Am I the only one who sleeps with clothes on?"<br/><br/>Darius stepped over to the pool of water, ready to have a cool drink. <em>Hasn't seemed to have affected anybody else…</em> After removing his tan leather gloves, he kneeled down, dipping both hands in the running water, to cup out a few sips of water. <em>Bleh, minerals… Well, it's better than dying of thirst. A tad brackish though. Where are the elven druids when you need them? Or my damn magic, for that matter?</em> Walking over to a knee-high stump to think, he sat and noticed some mushroom-like growth on the side of some rocks and wall crevices. "Hey, some fungi. This must be what the rodents that dwell here eat. I'm not one to know about wilderness, but odds are if they can eat it, so can we."<br/><br/>He then got a strange idea. Maybe he knew how to trigger the slab. Or maybe he's just too attached to arcane tinkering. Either way, he made steps back over to the table, investigating in once more. Looking at the lit candle, he picks it up from its handle.<br/><br/>"Ehem, excuse me everyone, I have an idea. Probably a bad one…" He leans the candle over the blackened dragon symbol, wax dripping down the side of the candle. "Any objections to a potential 'trial by fire?" He points the flame downwards, indicating his concept to attempt to awaken the symbol, for better or for worse. He looks around, waiting for any approval or objections.</div></div>