Aive looks back at the party, well their silhouettes in the fading light. There is a smile on his face the very one he always gets when he gets his way but he thinks to himself how eager they all were to come charging here on this suicide mission and now that they are here they are worried of the dark.
Aive will whisper
"its not goblin and its not dwarven, the tunnels to large." He hands his torch and flint and steel to Myrrani "don't light it yet tho also don't lose it"
With his heart racing he pulls Gefuth to the tunnel entrance with him, he motions for the party to stay back and wait. He strains his eyes as he enters he will only go a short distance with one hand against the wall the other on Gefuths shoulder tightly then will ask him what he sees?
20 on listen
He will return to the party with the news and await for the final decision
Myrrani shakes her head.
"I'm not the one that's going into the cave. You're the one that will need a torch. It was your idea to come in here at night, you can be the one to make sure it's safe."
Valdalen is brought up short. "Well..." says the Paladin stopping and looking into the darkness. "If this isn't a goblin cave... Why are we here? Let's uh... Aive, get back here with your trapfinder! We need to go find HIS cave, and let's leave whatever lives here alone. We've got other things to do." whispers the youth urgently, hand still on sword handle.
"Too late to go back now. We need to make camp, unless any of you can go without sleeping... I'll go scout along the mountains, maybe there's a safer cave nearby."
Myrrani will follow the edge of the mountains around to the north and east, scouting around.
Rolls: Bonus not applied:
Move Silent, Climb, Balance, Listen, Spot
5d20: 4, 10, 4, 13, 20
Watching the most the party abandon Aive shrugs lights the torch calls the goblin and heads down the corridor.
OOC I hope I don't regret this...
OOC: I hope that mention of tiredness is flavour responding to bad rolls, cause the ring of sustenance should mean I can go on without sleep for nigh on eternity. Mind, a forced march is still a forced march. I could be wrong though.
Myrrani sighs and looks around from atop the hill.
Rolls:
Spot, Search, Listen
3d20: 13, 4, 15