Set Al-Sayyid
Changeling Fighter/Hexblade
AC: 16 HP: 27
PP: 11 PIv: 12 PIs: 9
Conditions: --
Concentration: --

Initially Set hadn't been sure what to make of the odd-sounding moan from behind the door, but at Fanlomen's words, he thought he understood.

"I see," Set says, his voice betraying mixed feelings. He was relieved to find that not only was everyone uninjured, but the source of their terror may well be something relatively ordinary. On the other hand, there wasn't anything to celebrate if they continued to come up empty-handed. The absence of evidence would only make it harder, but there was no question in Set's mind that he would find the cultists of Pale Night one way or another.

Nodding at Birel, Set steps in front and readies his spear for whatever might lie behind the door. There was no need to proceed without caution until they could be sure.