Lance is the leader.

Not wanting to undermine Lance, and knowing that left is just as good as right, you decide to say nothing.

With Deseree watching the groups back, you watch lance open the door and check the hall. "Ok Jenny, lead us in." Your friend says to the lithe rogue, who immediately takes the lead, keeping her eye out for traps. Surprisingly within only a few moments, in the dusty and dark hall, Jenny holds up her hand to stop the group.

"Found something?" Lance asks, as you glance over at the beautiful mage. She gives you a soft but small smile, and you smile back, feeling a bit of a stirring in your pants, as you turn your attention back to the other two.

"Can you disarm it?" You hear lance say, having missed whatever trap type jenny had said it was.

"Should be able to" she says setting to work. You glance back at Deseree, to see her cute little elvin ass, as she watches for ambushes.

"Shit." The halfling exclaims behind you, and you hear Lance growl in surprise and pain. Whipping around you see him holding the wood shaft of an arrow, protruding from his side.

Rushing over to him you chant a few words to the dark powers easing his pain. As he relaxes you quickly rip the arrow from his flesh, causing him to cry out in pain. Once again you chant the words of power, this time invoking more of it, and heal his wound.

Lance sighs his thanks, and not for the first time. But soon turn on the meek looking halfling "What the hell was that?" He growls at the intimidated petite woman.

"Sorry" Jenny mumbles abashed.

"Just, fucking, get movin,” Lance growls at her upset, and she immediately turns and resumes her search down the hall.

The party once again continued down the dark and long hallway, till they come to a T. Down the north hall ten feet, it ends at a door, while the south hall continues past the torches.