<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1b/BettyPost.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Eri'Beta 'Betty' Vayne (https://ddb.ac/characters/41026022/5dmnRd)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shown<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>27/27 -<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Perception - 14 | Investigation - 13 | Insight - 11<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Betty pouted a touch at Irethe, but the backing of several others helped her to feel a bit less put out by the rogue's poo-pooing of her desire to attend the items in the tower.  "How will it be easier to reclaim my uncle's stolen life's work from an army of his enemies, than it would be to fetch them now, exactly?  Look, we can go now and do our best to get them, and if it becomes too treacherous to go on, we can always turn back!"  She was clearly determined to get up to that lab, come hell or high water, and she proved it when the door opened on a pit.<br/><br/>Glowering down into the dark, she drew a slender, silver flute from a pocket inside her cloak and lifted it to her lips.  The notes she pulled from the instrument were stodgy and flat as if she were trying to play a dirge on an instrument far more suited to a lighter, happier tune.  As the notes thudded out, a broad, sturdy plank of hard wood began to form its self across the gap in front of them.  Each end was supported by the edges of the hole, and it spanned the empty space, wide enough to allow for even the broadest of their party to cross it reasonably soundly.  Once the final, leaden note was sounded, she returned her flute to her jacket and peered down at the softly glimmering bridge.  "Remember...when you trod on it, you'll hear the music that formed it...so don't go getting startled by it and falling off into the pit."