<div class="floatright">(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RrqNNvNJBeY/TYNchRFtrhI/AAAAAAAABQI/pKes4Q2WIKM/s1600/Flawless_by_Ricardo_Guimaraes.jpg)</div>Lydia left the scholars to their argument. While it might've been tempting to administer a little punitive percussion, the inquisitor's perverse propensity for alliterative punishments was a problem for another day (however pert the prospective posteriors might have been). The half-elf shook her head angrily, trying to dispel the annoyingly persuasive inner voice and concentrate on more important issues.<br/><br/>Hurrying through the tunnel, Lydia started off by relying on her elven senses to navigate, but soon became aware of the faint mystic glow from the heroine's enchanted sword in the near distance. She slowed her advance, drawing her own weapon and adopting a relaxed guard. The inquisitor gave the other woman a formal bow, by way of greeting, before kneeling at the intersection and examining the floor very carefully.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tracking</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Lydia rolled: 1d20, adding 8 to the total<br/>Comment: Tracking Dwarf<br/>Result: 10, <br/>Total: 18</div></div><br/>Clearly, Belgana had made no attempt to conceal her progress, and Lydia pointed out the signs of their comrade's passage with the tip of her blade.<br/><br/>"Our squat and dauntless sister followed the sinister path," she explained, "The scribes said the fiends here are, uhm, particularly lively and, ah, messy in their assaults. I do not believe we would be unaware had the dwarf already encountered them. But, we should still hurry."