Chapter 5-A: Bryn Shander (The Crypt)
When at last it was time to go, Mallory had made certain she'd said all her goodbyes as fondly as could be. No parting words left unsaid, no library books left unchecked, no luggage left unpacked. She stood quietly by as Vellynne prepared her exit route and demurely stepped through the offered portal, as prim and confident as she ever could be.
"I look forward to it, Madame Harpell. Should I learn anything that may be of use to you in the meantime, I'll send word." Mallory gave a polite curtsy in parting and took the crowbar she was handed purely on reflex; she didn't even realize what she had been given until a moment later. A look of passing confusion crossed her features as she looked between the tool in hand and back up to Vellynne through the shimmering outline of the portal between them. "Wait, what is this supposed to--?"
That was all Mallory managed to get out before the spell-bound portal closed shut and cut her off mid-question. In the quiet gloom of an old, dusty crypt, the young noble stood in wide-eyed silence as she looked around at the gathered coffins, back to the crowbar in hand, and to the blank wall where the magical gateway had once been.
"...oh my gods, she really just locked us in a sealed crypt." she huffed in a snippy tone. She quickly tucked the crowbar into the hook on her satchel; if anyone saw her brandishing it about, they'd naturally assume she was some sort of grave robber looking to burgle the resting Speakers of whatever they'd been entombed with. Gloved hands made quick work of gesturing in reverence to Kelemvor this way and that, sure to make a motion of peace and good omens to each coffin in turn. As well as a bow of reverence to the relief of The Triad, just to be on the safe side. "Don't mind us, your Speakerships; we mean no disrespect and will be out of your hair in just a moment. Please, please, please don't be Undead... I really don't want to have to desecrate a tomb."
"Mrrrlp." Astre remarked from his spot draped about her shoulders like a living shawl, with a dry manner about his chirruping.
"That was an archeology project and you know it." Mallory deadpanned right back at her Tressym cohort. All the same, she turned quickly about and made her way for the stairs to see what she could do about finding those sconces. With luck she wouldn't need the crowbar to pry her way out of anywhere, though she also had a worry that she'd have to be particularly light-footed in making her way out of the temple as well. Last she was in Bryn Shander, she'd heard news that the clergy had driven out the locals... it was all too likely visitors were not welcome, let alone those who spontaneously appeared in the depths of the property. Best she try to get along unnoticed.
Stealth, as requested in the OOC
Mallory Bonheur rolled 8 using 1d20+2 ((6))
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