Shalar Yotul Azari
Beast Barbarian 3
AC: 15 HP: 32/32
PP: 13
Rages: 3/3
Conditions: ---
"Woaa," Shalar uttered, entertained at the glow of bones beneath her skin as she entered the room (after Greck had shown it wouldn't immediately turn them to dust). Soon, however, her attention shifted to the bodies. "Think one of these is the witch? No, thinks Shalar; just dressed like the tuzoks outside. "
She eyed the metal pools that shifted about.
"The metal moves itself. Like water." She watched it for a moment longer, then looked at Greck. "You think these set the traps? More seems they crept in, like us, only they were first and caught the trap instead. More likely I think Umeli set the trap up, yes? Keep away intruders from her... metal things."