The Renegade's Lair
This time, Lyla scrutinised Quantros as he meditated, growing sceptical again. He wasn't telling her anything new, or different, or that she couldn't work out herself. She wasn't surprised, but she was disappointed. Maybe she'd wanted to see something magical, something wondrous. Maybe she still hadn't. She could've made a dozen snarky comments, but she didn't have the energy to keep arguing, nor could she be so cruel. 'We're not here to chase phantoms,' she reminded Quantros. 'We're looking for Bishop Karak. Or anything strange. Look with your eyes.' She tossed him a pair of diving goggles, then donned her own, dipping her head underwater again.
OOC: I wasn't sure if I should roll again, but clearly I shouldn't have: Perception 21, Survival (track) 20, Knowledge (life sciences) 12