Miklos’s face dropped as the casket distintregrated in front of his eyes. He looked at his notes. At least he had written down the information. It was a shame he’d have to try to remember the shape of the macarbre decoration.
The Elf’s eyebrows went up. “Does that usually happen to something made of rock?” No matter though. The room was bare, save for dust and bones, and it appeared that there were no other exits. “Shall we check on the room across the way as well? Another guardroom like this one, perhaps.”
“Not in my experience” commented the dwarf in answer to the Elf, “but with magic involved – anything is possible.”
Nicolai agreed. “Yes, let’s carry on, and get this done as quick as possible. I really don’t fancy spending the night here.”
Feldard nodded his agreement to Nicolai and to Saeth, “Continuing on sounds good unless of course the good Cleric here thinks we should sweep out the dust and leave that for the sun – just in case…” Was the dwarf trying to be witty again? Without really waiting for a reply he started out for the Eerie Entrance as the mage had dubbed it and went across to the “Library” door. He wasn’t gonna be left doing rear guard again!
“Well I for one am glad there was nothing of horror in the casket,” shrugged Maruc as he followed the others through to the ‘Library’, “I’d still use caution. Nicolai may not have heard anything in there by as we now know. The dead are quiet.”
Half expecting to be met with another horde of undead, the dwarf kicked open the door and assumed his ready-for-anything combat stance. Rotting wooden bookshelves lined the walls. Only a few motheaten books remained on the shelves. Two huge beetles sat on the dusty carpet in the middle of the room. Eating the carpet was not providing much sustenance, so they immediately flew toward the new meal that just presented itself. Glands above their eyes and near the back of their abdomen glowed as they buzzed towards Feldard.