<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3e/DCLen.png/720px-DCLen.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Len (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Len)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Party<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Hide Armor, bandages, hooded top, black pants<br/>HP: 24/24      XP: 0/8<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Gold.  Then, the map was accurate to some degree."</strong>Len followed the group in, but didn't quite carry the same joy as Abigail or Enniya.  What good was gold to her, after all?  More concerning still was this feeling of unease, as if something terrible was going to happen since they'd busted the door down.<em>No, no.  You're being paranoid.  Don't give that witch's nonsense any more power over you than it already has.</em>But then there was that<em>other</em>lesson that she'd learned, and that others might have learned from her in the past.<em>Don't simply take one's surface appearance for the truth.</em>And sure enough, something was definitely wrong here.<br/><br/>Enniya had managed to get herself caught on the pile of riches, and the one with the axe was acting like a<em>child</em>.  That meant that she needed to be cautious, if the others wouldn't be.  Len began walking around this treasure den, making sure her back was turned to the others as she touched the walls, the floors, making minute alterations to her hands all the while.  The shifter's eyes were one thing, but she couldn't just trust those. Perhaps there was some trace of memories or magic on these walls, these floors, even perhaps near the halls, that might give her some insight as to what dangers may be lurking...because things were<em>never</em>this easy.<br/><hr/><br/>OOC:  Len is unimpressed with these mountains of gold, and decides to scan the room for traces of danger instead.<br/>Discern Realities: At 2019-06-21 15:47:22, ThatOneShrroth (uid: 53474) rolls: 2d6 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137466)<br/><strong>What here is not as it appears to be?</strong>