<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/4IltC5z.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Comment: Rogue<br/>Result: 5, 2, 6,<br/>Total: 13  Checking for monsters, traps, etc.</div></div><br/>The fact they had found anything at all reassured Zerxel a great deal, although she did wish she had her own canteen when they found the clean, clear water among the contents of items they had found.  Still, anything was better than nothing, and the Drow smiled briefly as they sorted through the things they had gotten their hands on after they had defeated the gobbers.  It felt good, to have been rewarded for their efforts, even if the fact they had paired together had indeed increased the number of enemies they had come across.  But that was a small price to pay for the minimal amount of damage they had taken together compared to the damage they had dealt to their enemies, so she wasn't about to complain as they took stock of what they found.  It was more than she had originally hoped for given the original owners of this particular room, and Zerxel pursed her lips in thought as she wrapped up her share of the food in a clean cloth, not about to touch the questionable assortment of goods the gobbers had handled personally.  She still had the blood oranges anyway, so she wasn't hurting for food by any means, especially now, thanks to this somewhat bountiful feast they'd been able to get their hands on.  Speaking of, Zerxel considered taking a moment to eat one of her blood oranges, but decided to hold off for now, especially since she wasn't sure what they would find coming up on the road ahead once they started off again.  While not a healing potion in its effect, having a quick meal would restore her strength to some small degree, which might give her a much needed boost when she needed it later.<br/><br/>The prospect of the coming 'night' cycle however, didn't deter Zerxel as much as it might have Kirsta, who had been born and raised on the surface world.  Night and darkness were times of the assassin, but it was also the time of the dark elves, so she was right at home in such an environment, but so were creatures of her homeland.  Even so, she wasn't afraid of the darkness, despite the fact the Dungeon was far more dangerous during this time.  Still, the choice before her when they came to the 'crossroads' of sorts, wasn't so easily made for Zerxel since her own path took her away from Kirsta, and while she wanted to make it to her own counselor before night fully fell, she didn't wish to abandon her ally either.  Sighing in a mix of frustration and annoyance, Zerxel turned away from the darkened passageway before looking towards Kirsta.<strong>"As much as it annoys me to turn away from the first of my goals now that I'm so close, I would be no better than my old minded kin that would sooner stab you in the back when the opportunity presented itself.  No, I'll follow you and see you safely to your destination before making my own way back to my own destination.  It might be dangerous, but I am Drow, and the darkness of the Dungeon holds no fear for me despite the added danger night holds in this place.  So, let us proceed and waste no more time Kirsta.  If any of us is to make it to the end, I'd rather be sure a friend that has helped me already made it further than not."</strong>Having made her decision, and having packed up her own share of the supplies they had found, Zerxel drew her right hand sword and led the way forward, her senses alert for even a hint of something inhuman waiting to ambush them.  Time wasn't on their side anymore, if it had ever been in the first place.