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Seeing him shake off her first attack, Timeon reaches out with a fire in hand and strikes.
Timeon follows his master hesitantly, making sure to actually stay away from the battle. She watches her allies carefully, and prepares to strike when they are ready.
Timeon reaches out, "Sir Balin. I'm so glad to see you. We've been trying to get out of this horrible place. I found all these women here too. I couldn't leave them behind. But now that we've found you, you can help us get out."
Timeon walks quietly across the room with the others, then looks down at the door. The room where . . . She counts out what they've been through on her fingers then looks at this last one. She looks at the others, Nine, she mouths to them. Her heart starts beating in her chest as she thinks through all the possibilities. Finally, she brings them closer and whispers "This is likely Timeon's master, what did he call him? Balin? We should lull him into thinking we're allies, then bring him in here and let the draugr rise. Let him take care of them as much as we can, then finish off whoever's left, draugr, or him. I'll open the door, so he can start with a friendly face." Timeon waits long enough for the others to be ready before turning to open the door.
Timeon nods, smile going wide as she suddenly makes the connection. She gathers the others together and tells them in a whisper what she knows of the creatures.
Timeon nods, "I can help, and if I remember right, Talia was also able to see in the other dark room." She looks at Talia, "You want to take the littles and I'll take Silarsha?" Assuming Talia is amenable, Timeon reaches out and grabs hold of Silarsha, preparing to move through the dark room.
Timeon looks at Wocket, "If you want to grab it on our way out, I think we'd probably be fine. We've got this door we can close if it's not." She looks at the dragon in the middle with a disdainful look, "But I doubt it's real or what we're looking for. If you'd rather leave it, we can come back for it if it is what we need." She steps through the door into the hallway and motions for the others to follow.
Timeon shook his head, "You're not wrong Silarsha. I'm glad that idiot died in the last chamber, he likely would've gone running in there to grab that thing which I'm sure is somehow trapped. Who knows how. Could've gotten us all killed." Remembering Timeon, Timeon grabs his head and begins thinking, "There was something . . ." Timeon looks up at the stairs, "That's it!" he cries. "Timeon said something about a secret door hiding the way out, across from some stairs. If his addled brain got the metal snakes right, maybe. . . ." Timeon takes a deep breath and steps into the room. If nothing happens: Timeon sighs a great sigh of relief and then makes his way around the chamber, hugging the wall, to stand opposite the stairs, where he begins to methodically search.
The new Timeon steps forward, "Then I suggest we get these before we leave, but perhaps it's something we could grab on our way out." Timeon steps to the door and begins to remove the bar, "Shall we move on then?" she asks, voice strained.
Genevieve steps forward, pulling a spear out as she bends over Timeon. "I can be him. At the same time, we may as well put him out of his misery. No need to make him suffer a slow death." Genevieve then slices Timeon's throat before standing up and concentrating. Her form shifts and turns, until she stands, a spitting image of Timeon.
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