<div class="floatright">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/5/O/Y/75OYe/b2348d9b76d847abf8689c317a8afa5e.jpg)</div>Asherah MacDuncan (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1832069)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Bigtree Beach Cave (Secret Tunnel)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rurik / (Back in large entry cavern of cave - Amilia, Tallia, Morgan, Leanna)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 10/10<strong>AC</strong>: 12<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/>Rurik took her offered staff and poked with it in attempt to trigger a trap, if there is anymore.   His comment in response to her brings a chuckle.  As she would with impromptu snark in kind back with the levity of mirth.   Which sparkles behind her eyes in mischief.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh aye that be a concern for most them back there.   However,  I'm a druidess and me concern would be yawr wood.  It be a shame such impressive piece off timber be ruined."</strong><br/><br/>As Asherah respond with her flirtation.  Her active mind had swirled around the ends of the trip wire of seaweed.     It came to her, an alarm is what it was.<br/><br/><strong>"Nay not a trap,  but alarm is what ye set off.   A warning for who set it."</strong>She suddenly burst out as she took the staff back in hand.   As Rurik seems satisfy that no more trap lays ready to be tripped.<br/><br/>