Nymphaea Caerulea

Nymphaea steps over to some of the equipment one of the goblinoids was carrying. She reaches down and picks a crossbow up, carefully examining it. "Curious. Are these creatures normally such exquisite craftsmen? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with their culture and practices," she ponders aloud. She tosses the weapon over her shoulder. "Regardless, I believe there is more work to done. After you, Miss Ruvora." She bows slightly and gestures to the next room.