As the party ventured into the ruins, Keris kept her eyes peeled for traps.  This wasn't her first dungeon crawl, although she was hardly experienced.  But she understood her role at this juncture - make sure nothing goes off and kills the group.  Or at least herself.  The ranger found coins, but there were too few for the spellthief to make a fuss about them - a few gold was not much.  Likewise, the discovery of the fullplate interested her, as it'd still sell for a decent amount of coin, but upon the ranger's sudden silence, Keris understood.

[ Keris makes an effort to listen in on the elves, furthermore elvish is one of her languages known: [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1194]Listen check: 19[/url] ]

Then another figure appeared from behind.  [color=f6989d][i]Gods, we're surrounded!  Wait, no...  Of course, another one of these idiots.  Cleric of Pelor maybe?[/i][/color]  Keris quickly twisted her head back, putting a finger to pursed lips, and quickly shushed the newcomer.  The spellthief didn't want those within to spot the group's approach.  Thinking quick, Keris smirked.  The new guy was in heavier armor than the rest.  The woman spoke quietly.  [color=f6989d]"You're late.  Keep quiet, there's someone up ahead - and you're on point."[/color]

[ [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1195]Initiative, as requested: 15[/url] ]