The little wooden spell-bomb flies through the air like a dart, burying in the giant, half-carved pumpkin... and shattering the thing in a sudden clatter of ice.<br/><br/>Which, inevitably, attracts the attention of the priestess and her lackey.<br/><br/>"<em>How dare you!?</em>" She screams in common, and waves her arms at her servant... who promptly draws a wicked-looking kukri from his belt, and pivots so that he might charge your way. Thankfully, the acoustics in the room are dulled by the fungi covering the walls, so unless she makes a very specific call you shouldn't have to worry about any... unexpected visitors any time soon.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">And from the remains of the pumpkin, a 20-sided stone clatters to the floor, implying that it is time to roll initiative!</div></div>