<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xvgW7nh.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Stella Sweetspell</span></strong></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Human (F), Bard/Warmage<br/>AC: 14, HP: 8<br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2468098)</span><br/><hr/>With ease characteristic of her typical finesse, Stella moved forward without issue--<em>and</em>, luckily, just Alfie was there with an outstretched hand just when she needed to cross a particularly precarious section. She tightly grasped his hand for the extra stability, offering a thankful smile when she released him upon clearing the rubble; more than happy to let their perceptive companion keep his spot at the head of the pack while she lagged several steps behind him.<br/><br/><strong>"If someone thought to set one trap, I doubt they settled for just that. It'd be in our best interest to keep a keen eye out for more as we move forward." </strong>She suggested, staying the course as she held her torch aloft to maximize the light's coverage. Her free hand shifted to idly rub the back of her neck as she sighed. Derek was right. Not like they had much choice but to move inside despite the danger.<br/><br/><strong>"How nice of them to leave such <em>considerate</em> surprises."</strong>Careful to skirt around the pitfall pointed out by Alfie, Stella ever-cautiously attempted to navigated her way through the doorway in an attempt to notice any other traps before she moved into their vicinity.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DMs Delights</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Stella rolled <strong>16</strong> on a <em>search check</em> as she entered the new area. <br/>   At 2021-06-30 23:24:04, Stella (uid: 65099) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=154100)</div></div>