"I am."

"I'm good - oh, by the way, Anakin, my arrows can knock people out without killing them. It's an enchantment on my quiver. If you see me shooting people, don't worry too much about it."

She nods. "Thanks for the heads up." And, to Durnan, "And thank you for the supplies."

Durnan shakes his head. "Small price to pay, if it saves my city."

Then he gestures that they should enter the bucket-lift, and once they're in he winches them down, deep into the darkness.

She stays alert for potential problems.

Still... "Probably we should summarize abilities to each other..." she says, softly. "At some point."

"Sure. I think we all saw your abilities, so I guess I'll go first. I'm a sniper; I shoot things, preferably from a long distance, ideally before they know I exist. Jojo?"

"I'm a paladin and a monk. I'm... very fast, and I can deal a more significant amount of damage with my fists than should be possible, and I can heal people although not as - widely, generally, as a cleric can. Deekin?"

"Deekin be bard. Sing songs, make people better at fighting or doing other stuff. Also some spells." He shrugs. "Also can breathe very cold once per day. Not very combat-effective but maybe it get better as Deekin gain spell circles? Deekin not know."

"Huh. Useful stuff..." She hums. "I've got some minor things that're less fight focused - and most've what I was doing isn't really centrally for fighting, it's just minor telekinesis and short range precog and projective empathy... I can sometimes also get visions off of items, mostly of their past... A similar trick to the projective empathy can be used for mental suggestions, but that's - generally not something I like to abuse. I can feel other people's emotions, too, and generally tell if they're lying or telling the truth... My lightsaber can cut through near anything, which's dead useful against locked doors and walls. I can enhance my own body, mostly to make myself faster or stronger... I can read minds and share my own thoughts - that's incredibly hard if someone isn't letting me, though - which if I'm focusing well I can use to relay thoughts among a group. And that can sometimes let other people tap into my visions, though that's finicky."

Deekin whistles despite his non-mammalian lips. "Talented lady."

"Some of it's normal for Jedi. A few of my abilities are rarer, though - like, telepathy stuff is pretty hard."

"Hard for wizards too. But if Anakin can help coordinate party, that be good news. Drow like tricking enemies, splitting up adventurers, sneaking up to pick off party members one by one... Telepathy good for avoiding that."

"Sure, especially if you all are alright with it - though it's easier to use in an emergency if we practice first..." She frowns very slightly. "And I can feel people's signatures in the Force." She waves a hand vaguely. "Which is... Sort of a unique imprint of their mind on the fabric of the universe. You can modify what your signature reveals about you, and some can hide their signature entirely, but I've never heard of someone mimicking another's - though the magic in this universe might do better on that front."

"Never having heard of the Force, I don't imagine shapeshifting would account for it. Unless any wizard worth their salt knows about it and I'm just being an ignorant profane." Jojo's nose twitches with amusement.

She smiles. "I suspect it's merely unknown here - or even inaccessible to natives of this universe. Even in mine, it's not uncommon for a planet with a decent population to produce only a single potential Jedi in a lifetime of the local species, and it's hard to get anywhere without training." She managed, but she was a freak of nature, and Qui-Gon Jinn correctly noted she'd do poorly against anyone fully trained. 

"What kind of populations are you used to? I've heard estimations of Faerûn's population at fifty million not counting the drow, but we don't know about the lands beyond the Trackless Sea..."

She hums. "A wide range, honestly - my birth planet had two hundred thousand, most of that in one city, but it was a desert wasteland. The main Temple of the Jedi Order is on Coruscant, which has a population of over one trillion at last official count - which often doesn't get many in the city's underbelly. My current planet, Naboo, has four and a half billion. Most politically major planets are between one and about twenty billion, which seems ideal for a fully functioning economy with our technology - more crowded planets can end up straining under their population load, and less crowded ones tend to have small economies. Coruscant is an outlier, but it imports a massive amount of its resources."

"Potential Jedi aren't evenly distributed throughout the galaxy, but we're not sure what goes into the trends we see - though in general less crowded planets seem to produce more Jedi per capita."

"Trillions. Tyr's hand."

"That is an absolutely outrageous number of people."

"So, definitely possible no Jedi ever born on Toril. Or Jedi born and thought he was weird rare kind of sorcerer."

"Yes, definitely possible."

"And the first time I saw Coruscant it was - nearly overwhelming." All those people, nearly all of them desperate and miserable - it'd almost been like a breath of fresh air, or at least of unpolluted water after smoggy air, when the clouding of the Force in the area began. Maybe the Dark Side just wanted to stop suffocating; it's no mystery to Anakin's instincts that Coruscant produces very, very few native Jedi.

"Deekin can imagine."

The lift comes to a stop. It lets out in a small square room hewn from polished granite. The granite is, indeed, so well-polished that it glistens in the light from the glowing crystals embedded in the walls.

There's also a circle of crimson runes, with a shiny white skeleton lying inside.

...Well they're gonna avoid those.

She looks around, examining with her normal senses and feeling in the Force for more traps, also identifying any exits as she does so - obvious or hidden.

"Any best practices I should know for traps around here?"

No traps in this room besides the rune circle, which will rapidly consume any organic material placed inside it. (It's slightly unclear whether bones are a specific exception, or if the local magic just thinks they're inorganic.) There's an obvious exit to the west, and no hidden doors in this room.

"I'm good at spotting physical traps - my visor helps with it. And it lets me see magic if it isn't masked, which... it probably will be... but Halaster has a reputation for liking his magical traps to be kind of obvious; he's going for entertainment value, and somebody getting disintegrated because they stepped on an unmarked flagstone is apparently too lowbrow for him."

"Not that he won't drop you into a pit of spikes for stepping on the wrong flagstone," Jojo notes. "But - he's got a twisted sense of fairness, by which spike pits are well and good but undetectable magic death traps are against the rules."