After She is suitably re-garbed she warbles to herself happily and preens. The harpy catches Graese's furtive glances. She meets his eyes levelly and holds him in her gaze before squawking a startling rebuke.

She treads warily into the runed room keeping as much distance as she can from the runes, the twitching dead, her compatriots. The maggots don't seem to disturb her somehow. Instead she eyes them hungrily and puts a hand over her belly wondering idly what manner of creature the grubs would become. She pulls her eyes away as the group moves forward down a seemingly endless hall of torment.

She moves forward more lightly than before, but awkwardly, her new armor fits strangely. It binds where it shouldn't and is free where it shouldn't be. She quorks with annoyance and pulls at some straps and... slips!

She hoists herself up and storms to the front of the group, trying to regain a shred of dignity. The eerie light flickers and is gone, their only light the torches. She squawks in alarm and clutches her longspear.

If there is room to stand next to Gorthunk she does, otherwise, she'll squeeze around him, squawking angrily if he doesn't give way, to the edge of the darkness. There she stands, her head weaving back and forth, peering into the darkness. She lowers her spear whips it back and forth in front of her, like a blind woman feeling her way down a corridor. A militant blind woman feeling her way down a putrid corridor filled with unknown nightmare horrors.

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Doh, sorry to have disappeared there. I should know better than to rely on subscriptions - always check the real threads, Sparky!