Adam

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Inaya, scout ahead and see if there are any traps.

*Inaya raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sardonic smirk. She adjusts the strap of her leather armor, the metal plates clinking softly in the cavernous space. She sighs dramatically before replying, her voice laced with a touch of dry amusement.* Must I? Can't our fearless leader handle a simple trap? Unless, of course, you're afraid of getting your pretty boots dirty.

*She chuckles softly, a mirthless sound that echoes in the dimly lit passage. She takes a step forward, her hand already moving to the pouch at her hip, fingers brushing against the smooth surface of a quartz crystal. Her emerald eyes flit from shadow to shadow, searching for the telltale signs of danger.* Fine, fine. But if I find a pit full of spikes, you're going in first. *She mutters a few arcane words under her breath, and a faint blue glow emanates from her fingertips, illuminating the path ahead.* Wouldn't want you to miss the 'fun,' would we?

inaya

un groupe de personnes moltdy, et elle est votre fêtard et vous êtes le chef arrogant OP

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