04-03-2017, 05:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-03-2017, 05:20 AM by Chrome Veneer.)
Chrome knelt down at the water's side and stuck two fingers in to feel the temperature. "Hard to say," he began to reply to Reawyn. "Given the nature of what's granting the water its properties... probably acidic? I doubt that we'll be in it long enough to truly worry about long-term damage to gear though." He hoped. "Would be ideal to dry them off just in case, but i suppose with us all being entirely submerged... Maybe a few cloths in that bag of yours?" He shrugged, it didn't feel like it was actually that important as he doubted anyone else would. There was a simple magic that might help them clean off after existing the water, but it wasn't in the retinue of magic he'd come to understand. He'd left most of his research material back at the Tavern to be held onto for safekeeping, only adding his necessary materials for scribing down notes while below, food, and the like.
The smell was bearable to him, but he'd lived here a long time... that said, if it was going to stick to his clothes... Well, he hoped that it wouldn't linger or there would be someone else that did know that cleaning cantrip. Doubtful of that, of course, he seemed to be the only one who took on such arcane tricks from those here. He inwardly cursed himself for instead devoting time to learning how to mend ruined books and research materials and not the simple magic tricks. "It's the only path we know of. If there is another entrance, who is to say how long it might take to find. It's not worth trying to find it and potentially never doing so. As for the mutation bit..." He considered for a moment. "Well it should be fine." He decided to not paint himself into a corner. "Probably. This sort of composition likely wouldn't bring any harm to future children... unless there's something magical going on as well." On that note, his eyes glowed a light blue as he scanned over the water to detect any magical sources. Not actually expecting to find any. "Probably."
(Barring any last minute decisions, going to just hold my 19.5 gold and pick up a waterproof bag of my own. Hope we aren't down longer than a minute!...At worst it's just paper i suppose.)
The smell was bearable to him, but he'd lived here a long time... that said, if it was going to stick to his clothes... Well, he hoped that it wouldn't linger or there would be someone else that did know that cleaning cantrip. Doubtful of that, of course, he seemed to be the only one who took on such arcane tricks from those here. He inwardly cursed himself for instead devoting time to learning how to mend ruined books and research materials and not the simple magic tricks. "It's the only path we know of. If there is another entrance, who is to say how long it might take to find. It's not worth trying to find it and potentially never doing so. As for the mutation bit..." He considered for a moment. "Well it should be fine." He decided to not paint himself into a corner. "Probably. This sort of composition likely wouldn't bring any harm to future children... unless there's something magical going on as well." On that note, his eyes glowed a light blue as he scanned over the water to detect any magical sources. Not actually expecting to find any. "Probably."
(Barring any last minute decisions, going to just hold my 19.5 gold and pick up a waterproof bag of my own. Hope we aren't down longer than a minute!...At worst it's just paper i suppose.)
