Immediately, Kwah-Yah stops. He turns to Zer0 and says:
"Something's not right here. This smoke... Is this ravenloft mist? We need to check this room. Check the box, i'll continue searching for tracks. Be wary of traps."Kwah-Yah closes his eyes and focuses... Is there anything near? He focuses his senses on searching above and below, as well as to the sides. He checks the candles to see if they're warm, if they were freshly lit or have been burning for a while. His sight then drops to the ground, and through the furniture. He checks the dust, to see where it's thinner and thicker. He mumbles to himself
"If anything was in this room, anything it touched should have less dust in it.Kwah-yah continues his seach, unnerringly. He feels it in his chest, that a battle is going to happen soon, and he can't wait. His tentacles are itching, his blood is coursing, pumping through his vein. His controlled rage nearly bursting from within in anticipation, with heavy breaths... His monstrous nature, only barely able to be contained daily, through great pains. He remembers his training as a Ranger, when he was living in the woods after fleeing his slavers.
Stop. Focus. Battle will come. He again mumbles to himself
"I will find my prey...He thinks to himself
How can anything have escaped my senses? We were too close. Something's not right here.Kwah-Yah is visibly disturbed. His... Innate madness, in face of distress, combined with his rage, sometimes is too difficult to control.
He takes heavy, gasping breaths. Clutches his tentacles tightly.
He turns to Zero, visibly altered
"Have you found anything yet?! I'm running out of patience. Guard duty was supposed to be all about ACTION." - Trying not to scream, but in a coarse, angry voice.
Skill Checks:
Survival:
Rolled 1d20+11 : 16 + 11, total 27
Search:
Rolled 1d20+7 : 7 + 7, total 14
Spot:
Rolled 1d20+6 : 20 + 6, total 26
Listen:
Rolled 1d20+6 : 19 + 6, total 25
Knowledge (Nature):
Rolled 1d20+4 : 8 + 4, total 12