[ A whistle sounded as Skye's boots thudded on the stone floor of the corridor leading into the round table room, punctuating her eyes' careful exploration of the nuances. Grim paintings of a lone dark elf (wis 19 to realize it's the same one), depicting grisly battles and dangerous monsters. Skye reached one hand out to brush against the inscription on the doors that ended the hall. She searched the words, swallowing thickly when her eyes scanned the lines. ]

"Thou shalt never lie," huh? [ Skye glanced up at the frame of the doors, drawing a slow breath, then nodded. ] All right, then. [ She pushed the doors open and headed well inside the room, glancing at the central statue from different angles until the doors she'd entered through swung shut. She glanced up sharply, then looked around and noticed the looming, silver-haired man standing near the opposite doors.

Just where the hell did those go? The intricate gold work was a pretty good indicator that it was something valuable to the Knighthood, and Wynn looked to be standing guard over it. ]

Whoa. Hi. Are you the super tall reason I got brought here with a bag over my head? [ She was beginning to see where Malina as coming from. ]