<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Female_Swashbuckler.png)</div>Rand (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1125325)<br/><br/>Rand had spent a good bit of the last night dancing and drinking.  She stumbled up to bed quite pleasantly buzzed.  She'd made a habit, though, of interspersing her heavy drinking with a light red wine and a few glasses of lemon aid, so her morning's discomfort was minimal, and the young woman was soon found downstairs savoring the delicious and exotic breakfast.<br/><br/>She walked quietly through the ruins that morning, eyes dancing in excitement as she took in as much of the scenery as she could.   She walked with rapier shouldered and defenses ready.  Her neck craned quickly, trying to take in as much as she could without slowing the others up.<br/><br/>Upon finally reaching their assigned building, Rand carefully planted her rapier blade in the sand.  She glanced at her feline companion as the black furred girl red the inscriptions.  “I’d like to know what they say too,” she commented.<br/><br/>As she waited, Rand drew a rolled up leather container from her backpack.  She slipped a few tools into her cleavage, and then began to brush away the door, studying it all around and probing with a little copper pick from time to time.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception; d20+3</div></div>