[IC] Chapter 2-5: You're whirling 'round...

[Lugar]

"If it needs you to weigh like a dragon, there are not enough of us to do it.  There must be some trick to this that we can see."  She ponders magical traps and the spells usually used to create them.

[1d20+16] = 3+16 = 19

Lugar watches events unfold quietly from the background while Silent Giant does his best pretending he's a dragon-chicken.  Seeing that Torin's extra weight didn't seem to have any effect, Lugar mulls over this puzzle.  His beard twitches with excitement when Merri mentions "some trick."

"Maybe we have to trick it!" Lugar walks over to the footprint.  "When I was a young lad fighting the Dark Elves of Szith Morcane," he spits, "we had to trick their magic wards to advance on the outpost." Lugar kneels and presses his palm down on the footprint. I am a dragon, he thinks.

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