*The taste of decay coated her tongue - it wasn't just a backwash burp of the muffit tuffet plant she'd eaten to ward off spiders - something or somethingS had definately breathed their last down here in this dark and creepy place. Pulling the monkey vest from her ragged bodice she looped the armholes over each of her pointy ears, the body of it covered her mouth and nose, making an effective filter for the fetid air.*
ACHOOOO!
*She heard a curse of surprise at the sudden explosive noise coming from her position in the back of the group. She was sure all eyes were on her, though it was hard to tell in the dimness, plus her explosive exhalation had blown the vest up and over her eyes. She pulled it down.*
"Sorry... I must be allergic to monkey hairs, or maybe the smell of death dealt in small doses of tortore over hours, DAYS, of horrifying sensations - beginning with the scrap of nails over the slate in these walls, moving up to the forced licking of the edge of a blade laced with the pus from the boil of a leperous corpse, and finally -"
*She trailed off, suddenly aware that the body language of those turned to look at her was ever more ummm... Well the fact was that it appeared Tiger had his dagger raised and was making unconcious throat cutting motions while staring at her.*
"Oh look, we have options!" She indicated the passageways. "The only advice I have in this case is the words from my Aunt Feloni, she always said, "China, whatever ya do, never go straight - go forward."
*Her head tilted questionly*