(Drakmir passive is a 11. Drakmir rolls a d20. 10+1=11)<br/><br/>Drakmir follows along and is surprised to find the trap door in the stables. Something is off but he is not sure. Why did she not wait for him? Why did she go outside the city alone. Still he has not the time to ponder such things. So he clibs down and begins to move slowly due to his large size. This clearly was no made fir a tall being such as he. He wondered if she made it out easily being shorter than he. He hurries as he needs to catch up and make sure she is ok. When he finally makes it out of the tunnel he manages to spring out and glance around. His eyes scanning not only for her but possible danger in case this is a trap.<br/><br/>The sinking feeling that this while thing is a ruse to get them separated. He wondered if he could truly trust anyone besides his precious slave. Drakmir knows that in order to live longer the answer had to be no. He grabs his weapon and begins to cautiously move firward looking from side to side. "Alanna? Are you there sweet pet?" He called out. His hairs were standing on end as he was alert. His eyes focused and searching out. Where was she? She and his mount were no where to be found as far as he could tell. Was this a trap? He began looking fir signs of struggle or perhaps enemies with her lying in wait