Myriam

Myriam bends forward in apparent anticipation and stares at the old man, elbows resting on her knees and hands knit together, fingers tapping. As if this is what she's been waiting for the whole time. Which of course, it isn't.

"Yes, please." she says, while her mind races.

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Meanwhile, a discreet spot/listen check to see if there seem to be any other exits in the room (or hidden people or other such weirdness):
Spot/Listen checks (1d20+2=5, 1d20+2=15)

Huge success. If I can take 10 there, I will.