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[color=50C878][h3]Evanesstra[/h3][/color][/url][/center][hr]The blackened opening pulled closer into view with deepening clarity as the fog dissipated less and less light between it and the approaching gnome. Unnatural carvings into the crag's face gave way to dark yet common tunnel systems which snaked away from view. In particular, the gently bubbling pools of near-brackish ooze caught her eye. 

Reaching back to the leather bag strapped to her shoulders and pawing it open, a single torch floated from the container to be grasped out of the air and ignited. With light serving her vision, she stepped closer to the gently broiling substance. The loud one with sapphire scales arrived to warn her of the liquid even as a small portion lifted slowly to her face. The sample grew still aside from the mild sloshing caused by its mystical confines, floating to Evanesstra's close inspection. [color=50C878]"Acid,"[/color] she said matter-of-factly, [color=50C878]"Specifically an emission from a draconic creature, it seems."[/color] The shamanistic woman gave a pointed glance to the Dragonborn. 

The Humours did not stir. 

Her gaze turned dismissively away as the invisible cup carefully drained its caustic contents into the slowly sinking puddle from which it game. [color=50C878]"Even a party of black Dragonborn violently vomiting such an acid could not have created this structure. This was a singular blast."[/color] She stepped closer to the edge of the cave mouth, fingertips just grazing at the sundered stone. She searched for any sign that this cave could've been dug from a magical blast, or simply the breath of an obsidian drake. 

An impish sound uttered itself into the world, interrupting her observations. She looked back toward the source of the sound, which seemed to simply be the empty air between this group of interlopers and herself. Turning again, her eyes laid upon the Elf making a dramatic scene of entering the cave. [i][color=50C878]"Unless you intend to truly have your will broken, I might suggest the same,"[/color][/i] her firm words prickled at the back of Bah'im's mind, gracing the ears of none other than him. A telltale stare was directed at him, making it plain the the breach in his mind was her responsibility. 

Then there was the other, who offered assistance in the uncovering of these caves. Or, rather, seemed to request the assistance from her in the same quest. This seemed to be a strange circumstance to Evanesstra. [color=50C878]"And what brings you lot here, anyway, if not to pillage the townsfolk as seems to be customary with you rogues?"[/color] she questioned unenthusiastically as she turned back to examine the wall. Meanwhile, the group she so unceremoniously turned away from still reeled from the admonished Elf's act of self-possession. 

[hider=Stuff]Several floating things due to several uses of [i]Mystic Hand[/i]. Successful Nature check of 15 on the acid. Successful Investigation check of 15 on the Minor Illusion, barely uncovering the masterful and playful deception for what it was. Use of Telepathy to send Bah'im a personal message of retaliation.[/hider]