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Percival - [Variant - Intermediate], Educated [Lord], Wanted By [The Emerald Slavers - West Empire] - f7941d
Xian-Fu - [Beast] - ed1c24

As the group reached the forked path, Percival's gaze would slowly shift between each of the three options, smoke steadily leaving his smoking pipe. The man would briefly look at Xian-Fu, tilting his head to the right passage, no words needed. He would then crouch down, fingertips touching the stony floor, getting way more personal than a man of his station would usually do so. With a swipe, he brought his fingers right in front of his face, digits rubbing against each other as he analyzed both dust and soot. [Percival - Action 1]

Xian-Fu, on the other hand, took a few steps towards the maw of the right corridor. Her expression hardened, eyebrows furrowed as her nostrils flared, her aim being to catch any particular odor that might come in their direction. [Xian-Fu - Action 1]

[color=f7941d]"It is all fine and good to have our grenadier in mind, yes, yes. But assuming the path ahead will take us to a deeper floor, which certainly does, should we discard this floor that quickly?"[/color] Percival asked while getting up to his feet and holding out his dirty fingers.

The tigress was quick to produce a handkerchief from one of her pockets, and nonchalantly, she approached Percival, wiping the soot and dust off his fingers. [color=ed1c24]"The right path, we should investigate that one first. Just as the [i]elf[/i] says, we might find treasure that lesser groups skipped on out of [u]fear[/u] of whatever roams that corridor."[/color] Finishing her task, the piece of cloth vanished into her pocket. And, with a toothy grin from ear-to-ear, she drew the blade from the sheath.

[color=f7941d]"Excellently put, Xian-Fu."[/color] There was a subtle nod of thanks from him, along with a small smile from his lips. [color=f7941d]"I'd rather not leave any relic behind. Proper cataloging, in capable hands, is what preserves history."[/color]

Having given their own position, Astra's pen and paper were met with a shake of Percival's head. [color=f7941d]"A tragedy, truly, but we have neither parchment nor pen with which we can write. A pity we didn't get those white chalks at the market. Xian-Fu, do make a note in that marvelous memory of yours: 'Purchase chalk. Also, more of that spicy root blend'."[/color] - [color=ed1c24]"Certainly, my lord."[/color]

Actions:
Percival - Action 1: The Hunter's Gaze - Survival F + Perception F - Grade F 0 Post Cooldown
Xian-Fu - Action 1: The Valet's Olfaction - Heightened Sense [Smell] F - Grade F 0 Post Cooldown