Dawn
*Erandur looks through upstairs until being called over. Walking down the steps to see the bottle. He looked pleased and disappointed at the moment*

"I'm relieved you discovered a bottle intact; this place looks as though it was ransacked by the orcs.."

*Erandur spoke,making it to the pair. He'd look at Mirihil, motioning the bottle to her*

"So... I've taken us this far, but you need to guide us the rest of the way. Drink."

*The Gas has been thickening, almost like a dark fog in the room. Is the effect working? Or is it a placebo?*
Susan
"I'll try to be as quick as I can," She said as she motioned for Damien to hand her the bottle. She bit the cork and pried it out with her teeth before blowing it onto the floor. "Hope the gods are keeping an eye out for me," She whispered to herself before downing the potion. She sat herself down and leaned against a shelf, vision going black.

There was a moment of darkness that felt like an eternity. Then her mind lurched towards a singular point, and it was suddenly like she was watching someone else's life from a dark hallway. As the men before her spoke, she tried to look down at her hands and was met with ashen skin. She looked back up, awaiting whatever came next.
Brady
"Good luck, soldier. Kynareth guide your path." He says, "So we just stand around here, then? Wait for her to get through and let us in?" He sighs, "Not exactly excited for waiting around."