Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131106034031/@comment-11457306-20131110204218

Peri moved on through the tunnel, stopping to listen at grates above her head. There were steps carved into the stone so she could climb up high enough to peek through. She stopped when she scented the whiff of musty old tomes.

If I were keeping Srolls, they'd be in the library.

She listened carefully. She could hear voices, but they were very low--which meant that they were either far away from the grate or they were whispering. She climbed back down and carefully poisoned a dozen arrows. If she needed more than that, she wouldn't have to worry about it because she'd be dead.

She climbed up and opened the grate as carefully and quietly as she could, crawling out onto the floor. She looked around, drawing the bow and nocking an arrow.

(You're up, GM.)