<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>Despite going at a leisurely pace, Sumara's eyes darted about, checking for any signs of movement against the grey backgrounds of the cave.  Despite this, she heard someone approaching from behind, halting her progress momentarily to peer over her shoulder.  Valthos was there, but she had no idea he had been right behind her the whole time.  If he were an enemy, there wouldn't have been any warning if he attacked her from behind.<br/><br/>No, those crunches she heard alongside her own belonged to the other elf of the group, the member she had least interacted with.  And there was good reason for that.  "What are you doing up here?" she asked in a low voice as the mage approached, "it could be dangerous!  You should've been waiting with the others."  She might say the same proud statement to the bard, though he had impressed her with her stealth skills.  So worse came to worse, he could just hide.  "You should go back to the entrance, just in case."<br/><br/>Regardless of the elf's decision, Sumara pressed on to observe signs of someone having lived in here at some point.  Just to be certain, she raised her weapon hand, extending two fingers as she chanted a drow incantation as several small balls of purple glowing light materialized to illuminate the area.<br/>(Dancing Lights Cantrip)