[He slides the key into the lock and turns it. The door cracks open. He pushes the gap open a little wider.
Fingers of light from the torches don’t pierce the darkness beyond. He steals the key from the lock. He pockets it and holds up a hand to Light.
He listens. There is a fresh breeze passing through. But he doesn’t hear anything alarming. He nods once and slips into the darkness. He doesn’t bother to make any light. Nothing jumps at him as he walks into the hallway. Just like the room is square grey stone. His eyes start to adjust to the darkness as he walks.
The hallway is short. The door beyond it is ajar. He pauses and looks at Light, and pushes it open.]
Feel free to pick the rooms
Fingers of light from the torches don’t pierce the darkness beyond. He steals the key from the lock. He pockets it and holds up a hand to Light.
He listens. There is a fresh breeze passing through. But he doesn’t hear anything alarming. He nods once and slips into the darkness. He doesn’t bother to make any light. Nothing jumps at him as he walks into the hallway. Just like the room is square grey stone. His eyes start to adjust to the darkness as he walks.
The hallway is short. The door beyond it is ajar. He pauses and looks at Light, and pushes it open.]