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[b][u]Group C[/b][/u]

Was he dead? For someone who was dead his back sure hurt a lot.

Lute wearily forced an eye open only to see a stretch of wall smeared with red. He half-expected the Bearon and friends to lurch inside the room as well, but none of that happened and the room remained silent. Now that they were given a moment of peace Lute’s limbs suddenly felt as heavy as lead... But then Xandra came over and helpfully pulled him up. “No problem? I didn’t do much, anyway. By the way, that’s … Dylan and that’s … Lucy, right?” He huffed and pointed at the two guilders; Lute recalled them calling each other earlier and had picked up the names. Xandra nodded and introduced herself too before their group started to climb the stairs. [i]Xandra, Dylan, Lucien.[/i] He finally knew who these people were.

It was at this point in time that Lute, who was distracted by the bizarre scarlet goop on the checkered walls, drifted to the rear of their small team and ended up beside Amy. Not entirely noticing her presence, he mumbled to himself about the odd interior design, often inserting a wisecrack that he felt Delilah would have appreciated was she awake right now. Speaking of Delilah, she sure was taking her sweet time sleeping; Lute suddenly missed that sarcastic, slightly obnoxious voice telling him to get his shit together. The virtuoso winced and wiped his cheek. The wound he had received from the tendril earlier was getting swollen and tender. He grimaced when the thought that the tentacle might have poison or other harmful substances on it entered his mind, and Lute reached in his pockets for a handkerchief. It was then that he noticed the cleric beside him.

“Whoa- Agh!” Lute exclaimed and stepped back, eyes wide in surprise and panic. “Whew, you scared me,” He laughed after a moment before hesitantly returning to his previous place near her side. “Are you alright? No serious injuries? By the way, this is really going to sound inconvenient, but I still don’t know your name. I mean, we didn't have the chance to introduce ourselves, but I don't mind if you don't want to tell me, if you've got the mystery lady thing going, then that's fine, it's just strange for me to keep calling people by monikers in my head, I mean, I can hardly call Lucien 'blobfish murderer' in public, right? Ahaha... ha.” Lute's rambling faded to weak laughs and he sighed.

They had reached the second floor and Lute glanced into the open room with a faint feeling of anxiety welling up in his stomach. “I’ll go check it out,” He called out to Dylan, nodded respectfully at Amy, then ventured forwards. [i]‘Hey Dellie, I kinda need you right now?’[/i] He thought as he snapped his fingers. No hidden traps or protruding objects from his place near the doorway, at least, but he couldn’t be sure. Delilah was the one who ‘analyzed’ the ‘findings’ and without her it was like trying to make sense of a complicated graph without an expert by your side. Lute advanced and repeated his actions, but the room was wide inside and it was hard. “Uh, I think you guys should stay there for now?”