West End

For some odd reason, the dark elf and the magic-user chose the west end. Driz'ia's reasoning was because she felt an odd source of power emanating from there, Erin's was because she liked west. Liara nodded, she snapped her fingers causing Herbalia to stop her map drawing and head into formation. Once again in an ordered march, the group headed towards the door. Herbalia was the first to inspect it, her hands glided over the surface. No matter how many times she did this, Liara always questioned how the halfling managed to detect traps.

Once finished, the Halfling gave a thumbs up. The others nodded and Liara was the first one through the door. Once inside the room, she whistled. It appeared to be some sort of boudoir, it was half-furnished and a bit run down, but it still seemed to have a few loot ready to be plundered. A dress here, a pair of undergarments there, a large hat.

"Okay, everyone knows the drill. Keep cautious of any mimics, slimes, or other room based freak." Liara spoke aloud.