<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0y8wEtc.jpg)  </div><br/>At their sudden disappearance into the dark room, Zabeth immediately tenses and springs to the doorframe-- to see them totally disappear, she imagines (as always) the worst scenario first--a pitfall, either from a rotten floor of decayed shale or, even worse, by design.  She had immediate images of a ten-foot fall, an ambush-spider hole, of skeletal remains still presented on display on a goblin's ingeniously designed trap.<br/><br/>"Quick, the rope--" she calls to Three, and snatches the lantern from the crude workbench.  The room's oppressive darkness would be their first obstacle, and if there was any aid to be offered she'd have to rely on her eyes to do it.<br/><br/>Stashing her torch on the stone floor, she ventures to the darkened room's threshold and calls aloud-- "Katul?  Rose?  Are you alright?!"  She eases against the doorframe, lighting the lamp's old wick with a careful maneuvering of lit thread scraps, working as precisely and rapidly as she can, summoning a short life of tactile work sweetened with deadly consequences for motivation.<br/><br/>At the door again, she hoists the lantern and lets its beams enter the room, straining her eyes to adjust to the darkness... there has to be<i>something</i>in there, she thinks, and looks down from her elevation to see if she can make out what fate has fallen them.<br/><br/>Seeing the faint glow of witchlight below, she is amazed at the size of the room beyond, and feels a faint relief that there is no imminent death waiting there.  "Looks like a way out... Three, can we set up a climbing rope here, give us a way back up?"