Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150717135551/@comment-5824038-20150720160521

Jorvarr held his torch in front of him, as he led the way. At the end of the room there was a doorway, which led down another corridor. Sometimes they would see bookshelves with worn, ancient books on the shelves. Sometimes there would be tools that were probably used for embalming, or in rituals.

Or perhaps for both.

What was that? Jorvarr thought. ''Was that a moaning sound? Maybe I misheard.''

'Did anybody hear anything just then?' he asked the others. 'I thought I heard a moan, as if someone was in pain.'