-----The door opens onto the side of a long dark hallway, which though dimly lit by Garrison's torch seems to stretch in both directions without end. Large stained filthy carpets appear to cover the wood flooring. The same dank, mouldy smell of the swamp hangs on the still air. Off into the distance to their left, the sound of footsteps can be faintly heard.
-----Sarah hears the footsteps and starts off in their direction. "C'mon there's somebody moving, let's catch them." She urges the rest of the group to keep up with her as she moves quickly towards the noise.
-----Sol eyes the other way briefly before his long strides take him once more to Sarah's side. His eyes dart all over the place as he prepares to place himself in between the mage and any possible threat.
-----Mirian lets a soft whimper leave her, perhaps a bit frightened at the possibility of meeting other threatening creatures. She then shakes herself as if steeling herself for what lay ahead.
-----As the party moves forward, the hallway extends continually into the darkness ahead. Dust rises from the rugs in small clouds as the adventurers pass.
-----After moving forward a few feet, one of the torches picks up something small and dark lying to one side of the long hall. Drawing near, they can see the object is a small square shaped pillow; its casing torn and feathery stuffing thrown about.
-----Mirian, staring straight ahead into the gloom, gently asks, "Will our torches reveal . . . ?"
-----Just then, her words are cut off by a low moaning sound that slowly seems to grow. The dust collected on the flooring and in the carpeting begins to shift and rise. The feathers from the torn pillow also begin to blow and take flight.
-----Suddenly a strong wind fills the hallway seeming to issue from the direction that everyone faces. In the moaning onslaught, both torches go out and everyone can feel the dust blowing against their skin.
-----From the sounds of voices in the dark, it is apparent that some in the party have lost their footing due to the wind.
-----"Bloody clumsy sod!" Sol curses, and sounds can heard of the Gorian getting back up. What follows is the sound of some liquid falling and Sol's urgent words, "Get th' torches relit!"
-----Sarah hurries over to Mirian and helps her up, "Do you recognize that as a spell Lovan, Rinda?" She asks the priest and priestess. "Or was that just something big saying hello?" Once everyone has regained their footing Sarah waits for torches to be relit before walking onwards in the direction that the wind came from, not at all afraid of whatever is down there.
-----"Sol!" Garrison's voice comes from the darkness nearby, "We can't get these torches lit until this wind lets up!"
-----Sure enough, the wailing wind continues to stream down the hallway past them.
-----"Blast it, girl!" replies Lovan in an anger voice, "How would I know?!"
-----"Sarah!" Rinda calls, "Do you have a spell that will cast a light into the darkness?"
-----Adding to the confusion of voices, Romney suddenly yells out, "Everyone find your ways to the walls!"
-----"Try getting a couple o' ye side by side, block th' wind wi' yer backs. We need t'see what we're doing." Sol yells back to Garrison. A moment passes before another curse emanates, and the warrior is heard to call, "Ah, stuff it."
-----Surprisingly, the torch is lit within the next few moments with Romney and Garrison shielding the flames from the windy onslaught. The shadows it casts flicker wildly on the walls and floor making it hard to clearly see their surroundings although it is a relief not to be left in total darkness.
-----Rinda grits her teeth grasping her club in her hand. She braces herself while looking over at Raven. The hunter looks back at her grimly nodding. With his twin swords drawn, he walks steadily after Sol who walks forward toward the source of the wind.
-----"Wait, Sol!" Garrison calls, "Can we wait this wind or spell or whatever it is out?" The woodsman looks as though he is unsure as to whether he will receive a reply. He then turns his attention to shielding the torch.
-----Lovan tries to gain his balance to stand up, but he struggles against the air's motion and his scale armor.
-----"I don't know." Sol calls back matter-of-factly. He didn't even know the source of the wind yet, but he hoped to find out soon. Now with a little bit more light offered, Sol picks up the pace a little, moving steadily into the gale.
-----Without warning, the wind suddenly dies out leaving everyone to steady themselves again. The abrupt silence takes a moment to also get used to.
-----As Garrison quickly urges the storm priest to light his torch, Sarah moves quickly beside Sol. The mage then tells him as quietly as she can, "Sol, there is a chamber at the end of this hallway." She points in the direction that the wind was coming from. For the others, it is hard to see as the chamber must lie way beyond the torchlight.