[h2]Above average success in Mapmaking: decent map made[/h2]

From what little of the caves were explored, a simple map could be made. It appears that, whatever is in this cave, it's all dead ends. However, a decent knowledge of the cave's innards would definitely serve the party well if they returned. After all, the best way to defend one's home is to [i]know[/i] one's home.


As Dingle flexes her cartography skills, the Pearls at her side speak. They speak with neither voice nor words, but [i]concepts[/i].

A strong feeling of... Wetness? Indignation follows. Confidence wells up from beneath the heart. Grim satisfaction judders from the scapular on down, followed by immense surprise and sorrow striking like a spear to the heart.

Waves of abstract thought wash over the party, each one followed by another emotion. You feel your stomach drop as each thought invades your mind and overrides all other thought. Your train of thought is violently seized and derailed.

After what seems like an eternity of mental anguish, the waves of thought subside and the Pearls appear to dim. The Pearls appear to be satisfied, inasmuch as a pearl [i]can[/i] look satisfied.