Salla stifled a groan. Magic. Magic, and the reek of magic everywhere had her heavily on edge. She wasn't about to be the first to plunge into darkness, so she hung back pretending to be intensely interested in the stonework of the tower; after Alyssa entered, she kept an ear cocked for any signs that something nasty was just inside waiting to pounce. Hearing nothing for some time but muffled chatter, she decides the trail has been sufficiently blazed for her to risk entering; drawing her sword, she heads into the tower intent on finding whoever had been making those cries for help. On encountering the darkness, she quietly smiles and lights her oil lantern. She'd have to be stingy with fuel, so she just lit it for a few seconds before extinguishing it again.