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As the icons began to glow, Elaeshor braced himself, resisting the urge to back away from the door. He still wasn't entirely convinced he'd gotten it right, and [i]really [/i]preferred to avoid being struck by whatever magic worked hummed inside. Pride kept him rooted however, only allowing for the slightest step backwards as the door started to move — inward, thankfully, implying his deduction had indeed been correct,

Thank the Hells.

[color=#6555B6]”Well then,”[/color] he began, turning to glance at his companions, when he noticed someone had snuck into their midst. An eccentric elf, not that were any other kind. Her timing was quite suspicious, and she sounded like she’d just stepped out of a play — or, perhaps, into one. Before Elaeshor could get a word in edgewise, she shrieked. The gunslinger flinched, his sensitive kitsune ears, hidden by his disguise as they were, hurting from the noise. What was she so—
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Oh. 
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Water. Disgusting and reeking of sewage, gushed from the room they’d just opened. It wet his fine shoes, and for a moment Elaeshor was concerned it’d wash his smaller companions away. (They weren’t [i]that [/i]small in truth, luckily.) Bopping in the water were items of various value and degrees of ruin, and the kitsune did not waste a moment trying to scoop up the scrolls if nothing else.

From the corner of his eye, he watched the elf. [color=#6555B6]“You don’t appear particularly alarmed, Miss,”[/color] he noted, trying to spot anything else in need of rescue from the water, especially items small enough to slip into his sleeves without the notice of the others. [color=#6555B6]“I take it you’ve some inkling of what might be going on here? We are on a potential rescue mission, my companions and I, so any help you could offer would be much obliged.”[/color][/color]