It sure was an element and fact either guided by chance or fate that they had avoided the trap and whatever potential threat the mysterious mushrooms posed, if any. The huntsman, again having taken up his bow in preparation, now with cloak draped over his face too, gave his thanks for that; thus far they had been fortunate and he hoped again they would continue to be so favored. He could only hope his bow's arrows would be guided to the hearts of the winged monsters if they encountered them again but before he could finish that thought, strange evidence appeared before him. Several bats laid cold upon the stone floor, deceased, something that prompted him to look further on and discover the bats.

Brannor knew little of bats but knew well enough that there was no hiding from them by slinking around in the dark; the soft rings and chirps in his ears was a way they navigated, even in this pitch darkness. Other than this? The man could only wonder now, were they regularly here? He assumed as much but just how did the kobolds and their wretches pass by, let alone with all the boxes? The mystery deepened and so did his concern...

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Brannor rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13092]7[/url] for his Stealth (Dexterity) check, [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13093]10[/url] for Disadvantage.[/hider]
[@Hekazu][@Ryonara][@Gordian Nought][@Lucius Cypher][@Norschtalen]