You all 4 manage to sneak through the catacombs to the next room. The bats rustle some at Torian’s passing, but do not stir into unrest. The doorway opens up into a large open hall. The vaulted ceiling of this vast chamber shows significant signs of damage, with numerous cracks along its surface. In the center of the room, a 10-foot-wide bridge crosses a deep chasm. On the other side, a pair of stone statues watch over the end of the bridge in front of a set of grand brass double doors. The statues depict villagers holding shields and spears.
Once they're on the other side and away from the bats, Isabella breathes a sigh of relief. "Nicely done." She winks at Torian. "Sneaking isn't so terrible, is it? At least not when it means avoiding those bats!"
"Do you think Dimira might be behind that door?" She looks cheered at the thought. "Maybe we're almost done!" As excited as she is by the prospect, she stays in formation and doesn't rush forward. Who knows what other traps might be around.
Torian just looks at the sorceress gruffly a moment before nodding. "Aye. Eye'm naugh accustomed t' such 'ehavior, 'n' we still be haven' t' deal with'em on th' way back, eh?"
Taking a look around, he shrugs. "'erhaps lass. 'n' whatever be causen' all o' this as well, mos' likely."
Hm, on the way back we can likely just run through if needed. he looks the new room over.
I just hope those statues don't come to life like the others. Well.. either way no time to dally. We've already spent longer here than anyone expected I think. He makes his way across to and over the bridge as long as he doesn't spot anything that seems like a trap of any sort.
Torian just scoffs. "Aye, lad... 'n' Eye'm expecten' tha' naugh 'ne w's expecten' all th' dead t' ha'e risen either."