[CENTER][b]Steven Gremlock~Imperium[/b][/CENTER]

The Doctor found himself sickened by the stench that came from deeper within the tomb, and the giggling that accompanied it. It was almost as though there was a creepy little girl running around a field of dead flowers. Granted, some of the things the goblins in his homeland brought in smelled much worse, but it was the...vibe...of this dungeon that helped make Gremlock particularly off in this situation. He questioned why a man of such arrogance as Florence wouldn't naturally take the lead. Seeing the others follow though, he shrugged his shoulders and followed after them.

Ah, the dining room. He was away from the stench for the moment at least. Alas, the room had rather little to offer, other than some rotted wood that was almost certainly useless for any practical purpose. The goblin did not much like the looks of this place, so he wanted to move ahead. After all, the quicker they got the Soul Gem, the quicker they would all be out of the dungeon. And the sooner that Gremlock could ask the Empress about his potion problem, of course.

However, his blood ran chill though as soon as he heard the chittering. "Great," he thought "giant spiders." He could not know for sure whether that was the source of the sound, but evidence was too lacking to make much else out of it. The Doctor took his trusty musket into one of his hands, then started some magic in his other hand. A bright, though not terribly hot, flame came into his palm, which he then tossed in the ceiling's direction. As it floated upward and towards the center of the room, the doctor put both hands on the musket and pointed upwards, following the flame. Once he saw something that looked hostile, he'd know to take a split second to aim then fire. The spell was an old parlor trick he learned in the Mage's Guild, part of their lessons that fire is not just useful for burning, but also for light. Gremlock took a deep breath, and waited.