Leaving behind the sword and apparently having lost Chris, Akiada heads off down the hallways cautiously. He mourned the lost of his weapon but he was, as that one tiny human had called him, a "wolf man" and possessed of very sharp claws and teeth and a rather resilient physiology. Even so soon after receiving them he hardly felt the minor bite wounds he'd received first to his leg from that lurking beast or the one the succubus inflicted on his shoulder.<br/><br/>Eventually, he came across another door, this one tall thin and grandoise - finely painted in a simple white with gild and silver ornamenting and a doorknob of the same metals, none of which he doubted were real. He reached out and carefully opened the door, peeking inside.