Re: Where the Darkness Lies (Chapter 1)
Griswold entered the room and immediately pointed to the murals declaring: "Hah! See, I knew there had to be some around here somewhere." He walked in, gaze drifting between the scenes, until his foot knocked against something.
The skull rolled a short distance, accompanied by a hollow scraping sound. Griswold stopped as a serious expression crossed his face. There he stood for a few moments, eyes passing between the murals, text, skeletons and archway a few times, before turning to Kharash.
"Well, venerable Watcher, if another group has already been here, they didn't do this." He pointed to the bones and turned to the party's cleric. "Good Brother Sul, I understand that men of the cloth often study medicine. Might you have?" His pointing hand become a questioning gesture, "Or anyone else? I think we should try to find out how and when these poor creatures died, if possible."
Then his attention moved to the archway.
"That seems a little too easy. The bodies may help us understand why. And perhaps these murals are more than just a recounting of the old order's tenants? They may be clues for what, if anything, lies beyond."
Then, catching himself, he turns to Wrenn. His serious expression breaking into one of slight embarrassment. "Uh, unless I am being overly paranoid again?"