[Fran has seen what foolishness can lead to. It is why she never goes unarmed if she can help it. And she never announces herself until she must. It has saved her skin more times than she's ready to admit, and something she is forever grateful for her sister teaching her in her training to be a Warden.
Now, however, she finds herself lending the experience of her many years to a great number of humes. There is an irony there, somewhere, she's sure. The gods still continue to laugh at her struggles, she supposes.
She checks the halls and puts up a long-fingered and clawed hand to signal silence as she listens and sniffs the air. There's a shuffling and pressure shift that she suspects means something large and dangerous is up ahead. Of course, that just makes her feel more excited. So, she crouches down, bow high so that it doesn't scrape the ground.]
Most like he came face-to-face with the creature that calls this cave home. It is big and likely hungry. [She points to faint footprints in the displaced dirt of the cave's floor.] We are not the first to venture here.
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Now, however, she finds herself lending the experience of her many years to a great number of humes. There is an irony there, somewhere, she's sure. The gods still continue to laugh at her struggles, she supposes.
She checks the halls and puts up a long-fingered and clawed hand to signal silence as she listens and sniffs the air. There's a shuffling and pressure shift that she suspects means something large and dangerous is up ahead. Of course, that just makes her feel more excited. So, she crouches down, bow high so that it doesn't scrape the ground.]
Most like he came face-to-face with the creature that calls this cave home. It is big and likely hungry. [She points to faint footprints in the displaced dirt of the cave's floor.] We are not the first to venture here.