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Ungorotol shrugs.

"I'll help the wounded if I can, what do you suggest?"

He silently seethes in anger.

What dragon scales are left? Since they were 'passed around' earlier?

Ungorotol attempts to hold his body so that the box is on the side not facing the others.

Stealth
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Nope, I'm not hiding *anything*

"Whatever is going on, I think we should at least try and move. Maybe under that spider or whatever it is, down the tunnel."

Over the weekends, yeah. Should be able to get back at it on Monday. :P

Ungorotol creeps towards the courier's body and grabs the box before anyone else can see what he's doing (hopefully).

He hides it away in his robes, then turns to the woman giving commands. "I'm not much of an explorer, half blind you know...blarghety."

Sleight of Hand
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

"Blarghety!" Ungorotol utters quietly as he gropes through the darkness towards the sounds of other voices.

"Here. I'm here. If you want to help an old wise man."

DM, can you describe lighting conditions again? With a light spell, is everything relatively normal again?

Roll20 is good. Just place a link in Campaign Info.

Ungorotol picks himself off the strangely cool ground they had fallen on. "Is anyone there?" He calls out quietly, though not truly afraid as he had been used to such blindness in his childhood.

Blarghy-dot.

Blarghy-hiccough.