With healing complete, Totoma is ready to go.
"Men made of sand? Hmmm, this should be easy."
Totoma the begins to mutter to himself as he draws a stick figure of himself fighting stick figure sand people. He whispers so incredibly basic nonsense regarding "using air to blow them away," then uses his aerokinesis to destroy his picture. Seeming satisfied with his strategy, he grins to himself and prepares for departure.
|Lo Tai Po|
Elsharon lingers in the hall the leads to the next area, observing the five Pathfinders as they proceed ahead.
Reiko can assume she also has a club along with Hayato.
The stone floor gives way to a track of soft sand that runs from ast to west and curves northward in both directions. Thin green vines and bright violet flowers protrude from the sand in various spots.
The flowers give off a strong fragrance that leaves the air thick with their pleasant perfume. A skeletal human form, partially obscured by sand, lies to the west, while the roar of violently swirling winds echoes just past a sheer drop to the north.
|Big Brother Hayato|
Little sister! Check this area for traps.
Not willing to rely solely on Reiko, Hayato takes a look around, including examining the skeleton.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
|Reiko aka Little Sister|
I do not understand why he bothers to ask when he simply does so himself.
Exerting a short sigh of resignation, Reiko takes a glance around, taking a step back from Hayato to more clearly inspect the skeleton. She actively averts meeting Lana's gaze.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23