<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">“OOC”</div><div class="spoiler_body">Great rolls guys. I’m going to give you your results as kind of an info-dump, the assumption being that as you search you are discussing with one another.</div></div><br/>Saeko and Vagmi quickly passed through the room, dropping through the open window to the soft ground outside. The Goblin’s eye was located on swampy ground and the building shaded out this area. The ground was soft kiss which they sank into as they landed and thorny brush grew up against the walls.<br/><br/>The Warlock noticed that the window had been nailed shut, six inch long spikes here’re still in the frame where the window had wrenched free. There were no signs of tool marks so someone was either very strong to have pulled it open or used other means.<br/><br/>They would have expected foot prints in the soft ground but despite Vagmu’s keen eyes there were none, which was strange. She was about to give up, thinking maybe ghosts when her keen eyes spotted something hanging from a thorn about five feet away. It was a scrap of cloth, finely woven. Even though she knew it was there it was hard to see, blending perfectly with the underbrush. Humans, at least, didn’t wear cloth like this.<br/><br/>Pushing aside branches she could see a faint trail leading away into the swampy woods.<br/><br/>The gnome chartered with some pigeons that rises above the window. They were pigeons so...stupid. They tails him about the sun and how sometimes it was sunny but sometimes it wasn’t. One of them was very insistent that he looked at the iridescent feathers on his breast. When the gnome seemed less interested in that the pigeon hiffed, telling the others that wren was as rude as those three who had climbed in the window earlier. (Wren knows that pigeons can count up to three so like, one, two, three, three, three...and so on.)<br/><br/>Foxglove searched his memory and something felt familiar. He has lived in an eleven community, but one firmly on this plane. But there were stories about wilder elves. Ones who’s motives were less clear. Ones who sometimes stole human babies for their own purposes....