<strong>Location: Ghetto of Scholars</strong><br/><strong>Time: Morning</strong><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Janafae Llaeloth</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=351159)<br/><strong>HP</strong>153/153<br/><strong>AC</strong>27; Touch 10; Flat-footed 27<br/><strong>Status</strong>Golden Barding (Zekolyn, +8 Armor), Greater One Mind (Janafae and Zekolyn, +4 Listen and Spot, +2 Attack and Melee Damage), Greater Magic Weapon (+2 Lance); 20 hours.  Haste (+1 attack, AC and Ref saves, +30 ft all move speeds, 1 extra attack in Full Attack as full BAB), 8 rounds.<br/><strong>Condition</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>"Tch!  No good," Zekolyn muttered, as his spell failed to have an effect.  He sounded decidedly irritated at his failure.  "I've got the power to take this darkness down, but not the finesse."<br/><br/>When Abduxuel called down, there was a quick telepathic prompt instructing her how to reply, and Janafae called up the tunnel to answer the first daughter's question.<br/><br/>"Sorry, Sister, but the area is covered in magical darkness," she replied, noting that her partner's irritation continued to build as she spoke.  She, too, did not like the idea of admitting to failure to a potential rival, but since there was a greater threat looming at the moment...  "Zekolyn is unable to dispel it, but his senses do not detect any enemies within sixty feet of our current position."