[hr][center][color=fff79a]Lucian[/color][/center][hr]The child looked at the kneeling knight, no longer armored with an angelic ambiance, as another motherly moan belted from the second floor. Lucian quickly covered the final patch of burned skin, now bandaged by the lead  manservant of Anala. A little of the Sithican salve crept away beneath the cloth turniquet as Sebastian finished the last tie, spilling the ointment on the metallic shoe of Talran. 

[color=fff79a]"I'm good. Thank you, sir. But can we get out of here? Mad Mary's screams scare me. My parents say no one can help her."[/color] 

At that juncture, another wail befitting a banshee loomed into the foyer. 

[color=007236]"My Gertrude! Wheeeeeerrrreeee arrrrrreeeeee yoooouuuuu?"[/color]

The partly mummified boy appealed to everyone else's caution. 

[color=fff79a]"See what I mean. She can get really loud for hours."[/color]

[hr][center][@Irredeemable] [b]Orhvin Yi[/b][/center][hr]Orhvin twitched a little. Not at running or the sleet, or really much of anything, but because he was paying attention. This place gave him the creeps, that was for sure. Examining the room, he dragged his eyes across each inch, and then knelt down to tap the floorboards a few times. Shuffling to one side, he continued to tap, and then raised his arm up high. 

The first punch against the floorboard caused a chunk to shudder and break off. Reaching down, he flicked away the chunk of wood and shook out his hand, pulling it back. Another thundering punch, but although the wood shuddered at the impact, his first came out worst off. Another punch, and that too resulted in bruised knuckles, but the fourth punch bore fruit again, the monk feeling the wood out of sight of his fist creak and weaken.

One more punch. Ok, maybe the one after? He slammed his fist back down, and felt as the wood gave way, splintering underneath his arm and his entire forearm vanishing into the floor. Pulling his arm back, he blew on his bruised knuckles, and peered down into the hole.

The eyes of the Genasi came across stalactites and stalagmites underneath the wooden flooring and further below in a claustrophobic chamber, dimly lit by eerie glowing orbs, in all eight corners. The exitless room, twenty feet down, bore a large, decorated stone chair, as well as a fountain, dry but without dust, and a well-stocked wet bar. Treasure, books and bottles were strewn about, collecting curiosity and intrigue afore the drunk monk.

>Orhvin has muscled his way into the basement. A lot of noise has transpired.

[b]"Well would'ya look at that?"[/b] The monk raised an eyebrow. Taking a knee, he placed a hand underneath the hole he had smashed open, and lifted the plank aside. Underneath, he indicated for the party to come over. [b]"Someone's been doing some renovations here..."[/b]

He continued to peer down, assessing each part of the subterranean room, and then dropped down. He was glad he was slender, since it was a fairly tight fit to take him and his gear down there with him, but as soon as he began to fall down, he felt the air around him thicken.
The balls of his feet lightly touched down onto the floor, and he rocked back and forth a little bit, running a hand through his slightly rumpled hair. On the one hand there was the bar, but the only thing he could see were a few bottles of old Marrivy Red, and he had drunken that so many times that he wasn't even sure if he truly enjoyed it, or it was just familiar to him.

No, the loot on the ground was a lot more interesting to him. He used his quarterstaff like a makeshift stick, prodding at one of the necklaces there. Then, he hooked the end of his quarterstaff through the loop that formed the neck, and tossed it up into the air, catching it with his crown and letting it slide down onto his neck. Comfortable. He had seen a few of these carried by a few Genasi- especially helpful when you could hold your breath like he could.

[b]"Seems safe enough, although no guarantees. Any of you guys got rope up there? If not uh..."[/b]

The looter fumbled around a bit in his sack, and then produced a spool of red silken rope. [b]"I've got something for you guys hah!"[/b]

[hr][center][@Lady Selune] [color=darkmagenta]Mhyrienne – The Mildly Suspicious[/color][/center][hr]She had barely had time to react from coming in from the freezing cold when she was confronted by the place... And the wailing. Sighing, she looked around, and was about to take a step forward when she heard a distinctive 'crunch'ing noise from the floor. Turning her head, she saw...

[color=darkmagenta]"What the fuck are you doing? You'll draw the attention of everyone here?"[/color] The elf hissed out, but the monk wasn't stopping... Fine.

[color=darkmagenta]"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"[/color]

Another large scream, but this one didn't come from the wailing woman. No, instead the warlock was plugging her fingers in her ears, eyes directed on the room that she could hear the noises coming from. It wasn't much, but it should ad least give the idiot some covering noise so that they weren't sussed too easily.

>Mhyrienne casts Minor Illusion and ramps the volume to max to cover up Orhvin's actions.

When he was done, she had the voice trail off, looking around. Perhaps he hadn't been noticed? Small blessing in that case. Watching as the monk pulled off the plank, she hurried over and peered down, eyes quickly adjusting to the gloom.

Looked pretty safe. Just the loot and the booze. Drunkard would probably be going for that, but she had her sights on something else. Almost as soon as the Genasi had touched down, she nodded at the group and folded her arms, taking a backwards step and plummeting through the hole.

Just as she was about to crash onto the bottom, hair streaming upwards, she suddenly, and dramatically slowed down, until she was hovering just a few inches off the ground. Then, without any other motion, she let herself fall the last inch, landing neatly on her feet with just the slightest billow of her cloak.

Then, she looked around. Books and so on around here, and she hadn't seen anything that would indicate to her that there would be issues... She stooped down and picked one up, leafing through it. Almost as soon as she saw one of the pages, she scowled and hurled it down onto the ground, turning her attention to the other items littered around.

She stooped down as she made her way towards the robe, fingers sweeping along the ground. She hadn't seen any traps here, which was good enough for her... And the robe seemed to be magical. Picking it up, she examined it. Patches, all over it.

She knew of these robes.

[color=darkmagenta]"Don't suppose anyone's going to mind me taking some mouldy old clothes,"[/color] she muttered underneath her breath, sweeping it into her rucksack in a small bundle, and watching as the monk threw up a line for the others.

Cracking one of her fingers, she looked at another one of the books, opening it up. It was the... The same one as the other one. Little fuckers. [color=darkmagenta]"If you don't come down, I'm taking all the loot."[/color]