<div class="floatright">(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RrqNNvNJBeY/TYNchRFtrhI/AAAAAAAABQI/pKes4Q2WIKM/s1600/Flawless_by_Ricardo_Guimaraes.jpg)</div><br/>Lydia had already left her details with the scribe, along with 50gp worth of insurance. Her trip to the temple district left her purse 125gp lighter and added 5 flasks of holy water to her pack. Along with the 10gp she had passed to Barkeep that all seemed like a worthy donation.<br/><br/>______________________________<br/><br/>She arrived too late to even try and stop the dwarf's headlong rush into the ruins, but didn't really rate her chances of making an impact on that stubborn head even if she had several hours to prepare. It would have been suitably heroic for Lydia to immediately follow the dwarf into the darkness, but she'd set enough ambushes to recognise the buxom, though diminutive woman as a particularly specialised trap-finder who should probably been given some space in which to work.<br/><br/>Instead, the inquisitor turned her attention to the two arguing scholars, interposing herself into their personal spaces and not bothering to wait until they stopped bickering.<br/><br/>"Good day," she spoke with just a hint of menace. "You sent a request to the Guild and it is clear from what everyone has already overheard of your discussions we are here not a moment too soon. Tell me, what manner of creature have you seen, spare no detail, for your very souls may depend on how accurately you can describe the fiends to me."<br/>