"<span style='color:green'>Check, and make sure that there are no week spotsin the walls</span>" he said
She walks around touching the walls. "I haven't found any week spots." She checks again just to make sure.
He made sure his welding was good and sat, he ached alll over, from the welding, it took alot out of him.
She moved a little closer to him, sits down and concetrates. In the next moment she has created a relaxing feeling, and sends it to him, hoping it will help with the aches. She looks at the weld job he did. "Nice job on that."
"<span style='color:green'>It sould hold, less anyone comes here for shelter, it sould last a few years acually, and thanks for that pain reliever, it helped</span>" he said
She leans back against a wall, and gives him a tired smile. "Your welcome it is the least I could do to help out." She closes her eyes to rest for a moment.
He started to look at a book when the roaring of the sand siopped, he went and looked at a window and, and almost burst out laughing, he cleared his throat and said, "<span style='color:green'>We are trapped here, it seems the storm has buried us in sand, unless you can think of a way to get us out</span>"
She hears what he says, and her eyes fly open. She jumps up and looks out the window. She lets out a string of colorful words. She thinks for a moment. "Can you estimate how high the sand is piled up?" She looks up at the weld job, that he did, and ponders the idea rolling around in her head.
"<span style='color:green'>errr, maybe about 3 to 5 feet, if not more, and that is alot of sand</span>" he said, he didn't expect her reaction
She looks up at his weld job, and fly's up to it. She examines it closely, and asks,"Do you happen to have a crow bar, or something else that I can use to try and pry this apart?" She looks down at him, and says,"I know you put a lot of work into putting this together but, it will be the only way out, at least that I can think of. We will have to fly up quite high and figure out how the h*ell to get out of this place if you don't mind."
"<span style='color:green'>I've got a better idea, I'll just melt it away, to bad it will ruin that table</span>" he said flying up to it and started burning
"<span style='color:green'>I'm not sure</span>" he said, "<span style='color:green'>maybe we can move the table</span>"
She moves over to the table, and starts to pull on it. She makes a sound and a strange looking face, as she pulls. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry, was busy for the last 5 days.</td></tr></table>
He helpsher move and he spots a trap door under it. He kneels and yanked it open, he let out a couple of grunts because the table had been sitting on it for years.
He looks at it too, and throws a fireball down <span style='color:green'>I think...its our way out</span> he said beginning to climb down the ladder.
She waits for him to climb down, and then starts to climb down herself. She feels a light draft, as she lowers herself. "This should be interesting."
He feels the floor and stands, he felt something around his feet, he looked down and said <span style='color:green'>Don't move, It's a scorpion pit</span>.
