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"Terribly sorry!" she piped. "My author was decorating. I certainly will be able to check each room for us before we go in, Virro. Terribly easy, as a Tracker. Tell me which room to check, and I shall do so."

((Woo, RP!

-Alleb))

The Elf looked around at the other members of the party.

"That way, we clear all the rooms available, and, given that digging is likely to be impossible if the Dragon is wise, we do not waste any time on pointless tasks."

"But would the serpent not expect us to come from the pre-built entrance? To come in where the beast would not expect us too would give us an advantage in the fight." He pointed to the blue line. "We should cross this river with extreme caution. The path following it is much less maze like then the path before it. For all we know it could be a gauntlet of enemies. I'd say we take it slowly, have Miss Kali check each and every room before we continue, especially the room holding our goal."

and collect all the items that may be held by the monsters in those rooms," Virro said. "I would also like the chance to collect as many recruits for our army of the dead as possible."

"If map right, go east first. Stay on left. See every room there but one. Fight dragon. Come back, get last room, straight path to exit." She huffed again and bared her fangs. "Rock-man supposed to be smart. Rock-man not so smart as says."

"I assume the South Western most room is our only path towards the dragon, we should visit that room first and weigh our options on how to get across that before we do anything else," he paused. "We should also see if we can find an alternate path towards the Dragon's lair. I propose digging through that small outcropping at the end of the hallway leading out of that door." He points to the eastern door. "We would, of course, need some way to bore through the wall, and I don't believe any among us are of a people well known for digging."

I hear that in the universe you come from, red-glinting eyes signify evil. Does this ever cause trouble for you with agents whose eyes are naturally red?

"We need to save the bodies for our Necromancers, we're gonna need all the help we can get."

"Miss Keegra, I believe we discussed this last night. You will not eat the dead unless there are no necromancers in the party who would seek to use them. Furthermore," and here he paused to pull a sheet of paper out of his pocket that had Storme Hawk's reply about the supply situation on it, "As shown on this paper, the DM says we have enough supplies, therefore, we do."

"I apologize for my lateness to this discussion. My author was sleeping, which meant I could not reply as I wished to. Now, it appears we have enough supplies to last us this entire journey, according to the DM, so I say we head East and travel down that series of corridors and rooms as far as we can go, and, given that the file for the map is called 'Public Map', I suspect there may be a number of private ones that will expand upon our current map, and we may find some on the way. Do any object?"

"Need food? Heart, liver, kidneys best." Keegra nodded.

((And even if you didn't you'd probably be able to scrounge up enough in most of the rooms you go into anyway. I'm not going to go into the mechanics of food and drink etc. so just assume you have enough.))

((But that map will be in most rooms (because even the denizens of the dungeon get lost from time to time). Besides, that probably falls under a free action, so you can do it, you don't have to ask me))

Dee, seriously. Stop reading over my shoulder, and type your own damn answers.

Alright, fine. I don't see what they're so bothered about me for, anyway. This is ridiculous. I mean, did you have to pretend it was a mailbox? It's. . . demeaning.

Yes, I'm answering! As an idiot once said, "stop reading over my shoulder." Look, I don't give two hoots about the other Time Lords in the PPC. There's some comaradarie amongst the Time War vets, sure, and the shared Time Lord history, maybe an understanding of what we've fought for, and what we've lost. But, frankly I don't care what species you are. A moron is a moron, no matter how many hearts they have. That brings up whole other questions about extra oxygen available to the brain thanks to the added blood flow from a second heart, but that's. . . for another time.

Right now, suffice it to say, I don't care.

Until they give me a reason they should, they're like any other agent to me.

Annoying.

"Minimize time, you say? Many things, splitting up will do. Saving time will not be one of them. Accurate, the map may be, though in two dimensions, many things in the third may be hidden. Poor map making skills aside, this map is an excellent starting point. To check its accuracy, we may follow it. Need not go far. Keegra a good point makes regardless. Stay in one direction, one direction to go back," Xiv'riit said, gesturing with his palms.

"Then, know we if the map is accurate."

((I'd like to have Xiv'riit form the facets of his chest crystals into a facsimile of the map, if I may. Could he also extrude it, using the presented image as a top down view?))

Well, the question was asked to anyone but you now, so... Your opinion on the other Time Lords, here in the PPC?

Castiel all the way. :)

Kidding. Wouldn't say no to Anna, though.

She taps the map again. "True, to stay together is to minimize risk. To split is to minimize time. Risk is hard to estimate from here, but presumably high. Therefore..."

She turns away and addresses the group at large: "To know the time limit, we must take inventory. How many days' worth of supplies do we have, if all is pooled together?"

((...which we don't actually have the answer to, do we? I don't suppose our lovely GM could inform us? ^_))