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The base of the outcropping looked very solid from a distance, and from up close, really, but Shell had him walk right towards it until it almost seemed as if, by magic, the opening appeared. It was completely dark, but she cast Candlelight when they grew nearer. "In there," she said, curling her hand into his tunic and glancing about, ears actually twitching a little as she took in all the sounds, then looking up the rock face. Forcibly reminding herself that Ilmiyon was gone, she simply enjoyed the feel of being held against the large man's large muscles, even if her stomach was doing some weird, interesting things she was worried might act

Rommy looked around the Museum of Curiosities as he stepped out of the Oblivion portal he'd erected in the living room. Ironic that, considering he'd spent the last bit of his mortality running around closing the things. Instantly the mice he'd spared in the floor started tattling to him that something was off, hoping he'd reward them with more cheese. The Book of Fate was on the floor, the thief that had knocked it down standing stone still over by the box holding a Gorgan's head. Rommy walked over and closed the box before Erandur got it into his head to peek. "Rommy, why is there a statue of a thief in your living room?" Erandur studied th

“Y’know, they’ve been gone quite a while now. It’s not like she can’t take care of herself, but still.” Mercutio was absently running his hands up and down his thighs in a nervous gesture. “I know. She’d have at least sent word.” Gideon, much recovered, was idly flipping his hammer, tossing it as easily as most men tossed a coin. “So where might she be, that she couldn’t send word easily?” Erandur asked, rubbing his brow as the worry levels in the room rose exponentially. Sam watched this with an amused quirk to his lips, sipping his own home brew that would probably k