Abigail was wary as she moved forward. She tried to make as little noise as possible, so that she could hear the surroundings for a change - the breathing and creaking of threats that would potentially loom here, as well as those of the things that could aid her. Abigail wasn't exactly a stranger to darkness. She flinched not a bit, but whether she<i>should</i>flinch - she will find out soon enough.<br/><br/>Whenever that'll be.<br/><br/><b>[1d20: 11]</b>