Medea leaned against the entrance to the tunnel, wiping the sweat from her forehead now that the work was done. Working in armor like hers was painful, bordering on obnoxiously so, but she did have an advantage that most others didn't. Now that the hard work was done she allowed herself the luxury of doing so. Concentrating on herself, she reached into her magic and started to wipe away the sweat and grime she'd accumulated, causing it to slough off her and drip down through the small gaps in her armor to pool at her feet. Grimacing at the disgusting mess she took a step to the side and cleaned her feet and boots again, leaving her armor shiny and her skin cool and refreshed, as if she had just stepped from a refreshing bath.<br/><br/>"Damn, but I do love magic," she said to the empty tunnel, taking a long moment to study the room before her again.<br/><br/>It looked surprisingly normal, although given the previous mention of a pit trap and her past experiences she simply didn't trust it to remain that way. With a long glance backward at the beautiful summer day with its blue clouds she steeled her nerves, stepping forward into the tunnel. She kept her stick in front of her, carefully tapping the ground as she walked and searching for weak spots or signs of traps. As she walked she flicked her hand, creating a large flaming sphere near the middle of the tunnel to help her see her surroundings better.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mechanically this is Medea casting Prestidigitation a bunch of times, and then using the Create Bonfire cantrip.</div></div>