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Faen had initially seemed less-than-impressed by her accidental discovery beneath the marsh, but he swiftly spotted the object of her intrigue for himself. He wasted no time in managing to completely clear the entrance with but a firm knock; Avarielle did not doubt for a second that good fortune such as this followed the hero wherever he went. Not only had he been blessed with somewhat that at least for now seemed suitable to lay his head within, but he'd managed to do so without falling face-first into a large hole. Ava, on the other hand, had not been quite so lucky.
"Could do with some lights," he uttered suggestively, and Avarielle silently obliged his request. Oh, you just so happen to have a mage by your side, she mused to herself. How fortunate! She noted to herself that Destina must, for some reason or another, hold Faen rather dear. She scowled. After peering into the damp corridor, Faen turned his sights to Ava. "Shall we?" he asked, rather charmingly. Avarielle cursed internally as she found herself smiling and being led into the shadowy stronghold.
As she stepped through the doorway, Ava turned back to glance up at the hole through which she'd made her decidedly ungraceful descent. It was officially dark outside, and the pair could not have found this abandoned dwelling at a more convenient time. At least, she hoped it was abandoned... She swallowed more loudly than she'd have liked in an ideal situation, and pressed on into the tunnel.
The inside of the abode was sculpted in a similar fashion to the exterior wall: facades and engravings depicting scales and a beautiful woman wielding a hammer ran throughout the whole structure. The images were clearly a tribute to the goddess Adilah, and Ava suspected they had stumbled upon some place of worship. Most of the smaller corridors that lead out from the main tunnel had visibly collapsed or were flooded with swampy mess, reduced to mere cesspools, and it seemed that Ava and Faen had silently agreed that no treasure was great enough to tempt them off their current dry path.
One door was half missing, rotten to such an extent that, in the low light of Ava's fireball, she could make out a seemingly intact room on the other side. A gentle push felled the remains of the door, and she and Faen peered inside.
Ava stood in stunned silence for a moment and surveyed the small sleeping quarters with mouth agape; her orb of flame illuminating several beds and cabinets in a room that seemed reasonably dry. "I get the feeling this kind of thing happens to you a lot, Ser Faen." she said, sounding equal parts frustrated as she was grateful and passing over towards the nearest bed, giving it a light prod. "They're a little damp," she admitted. "But they'll do."
All of a sudden, one of the cabinets flew across the room, no doubt catching Faen off guard as it emptied its contents and collapsed in a heap of debris in the centre of the chamber. Then, like a mouth to a flame, Avarielle's fireball gently settled amongst the wood. Soon enough, a meek yet adequate fire fizzed slightly as it burnt away the remnants of moisture from the remains of the furniture.
"That should keep us warm," she said, smiling wryly at Faen before something caught her eye in the pile of junk ejected by the cabinet. She hurried over and scooped it up; a long vine, attached to which was an odd-looking amulet made of stone. It was near-identical to the one Faen's attacker at the inn had worn, and she showed it to him excitedly. "Look, Faen!" she gasped, handing him the ornate pendant. "This isn't a temple after all. It looks to be a headquarters of sorts." she said, offering her opinion as she allowed Faen to inspect the item of jewellery.
"Perhaps we ought to explore whilst the room heats up. See if we can't find any clues as to where the guild might have moved to." she suggested, before her stomach managed a quiet groan. "Or at least, some supplies..."
"Could do with some lights," he uttered suggestively, and Avarielle silently obliged his request. Oh, you just so happen to have a mage by your side, she mused to herself. How fortunate! She noted to herself that Destina must, for some reason or another, hold Faen rather dear. She scowled. After peering into the damp corridor, Faen turned his sights to Ava. "Shall we?" he asked, rather charmingly. Avarielle cursed internally as she found herself smiling and being led into the shadowy stronghold.
As she stepped through the doorway, Ava turned back to glance up at the hole through which she'd made her decidedly ungraceful descent. It was officially dark outside, and the pair could not have found this abandoned dwelling at a more convenient time. At least, she hoped it was abandoned... She swallowed more loudly than she'd have liked in an ideal situation, and pressed on into the tunnel.
The inside of the abode was sculpted in a similar fashion to the exterior wall: facades and engravings depicting scales and a beautiful woman wielding a hammer ran throughout the whole structure. The images were clearly a tribute to the goddess Adilah, and Ava suspected they had stumbled upon some place of worship. Most of the smaller corridors that lead out from the main tunnel had visibly collapsed or were flooded with swampy mess, reduced to mere cesspools, and it seemed that Ava and Faen had silently agreed that no treasure was great enough to tempt them off their current dry path.
One door was half missing, rotten to such an extent that, in the low light of Ava's fireball, she could make out a seemingly intact room on the other side. A gentle push felled the remains of the door, and she and Faen peered inside.
Ava stood in stunned silence for a moment and surveyed the small sleeping quarters with mouth agape; her orb of flame illuminating several beds and cabinets in a room that seemed reasonably dry. "I get the feeling this kind of thing happens to you a lot, Ser Faen." she said, sounding equal parts frustrated as she was grateful and passing over towards the nearest bed, giving it a light prod. "They're a little damp," she admitted. "But they'll do."
All of a sudden, one of the cabinets flew across the room, no doubt catching Faen off guard as it emptied its contents and collapsed in a heap of debris in the centre of the chamber. Then, like a mouth to a flame, Avarielle's fireball gently settled amongst the wood. Soon enough, a meek yet adequate fire fizzed slightly as it burnt away the remnants of moisture from the remains of the furniture.
"That should keep us warm," she said, smiling wryly at Faen before something caught her eye in the pile of junk ejected by the cabinet. She hurried over and scooped it up; a long vine, attached to which was an odd-looking amulet made of stone. It was near-identical to the one Faen's attacker at the inn had worn, and she showed it to him excitedly. "Look, Faen!" she gasped, handing him the ornate pendant. "This isn't a temple after all. It looks to be a headquarters of sorts." she said, offering her opinion as she allowed Faen to inspect the item of jewellery.
"Perhaps we ought to explore whilst the room heats up. See if we can't find any clues as to where the guild might have moved to." she suggested, before her stomach managed a quiet groan. "Or at least, some supplies..."