The cat slunk stealthily across the room, and the thrown dagger clinked into the wall, drawing the attention of the skeletion and the wight who were not looking up the stairs. The wight immediately lunged at the noise, slashing its sword through the air where the knife had been a moment again, a hissing sound coming through the remains of its teeth. It wildly slashed for a moment, ignoring the cat gliding past it. The cat trotted up the stairs, resisting its innate desire to stretch up and dig its claw into the pants of the nearest wight, and through its eyes, Iridis could see the top of the stairs.<br/><br/>At the top of the stairs, there was a blazing wall of light covering the area from the top of the final step to just below the ceiling. To the wizard's eyes, if not the cat's, it was clearly magical in nature, if only because giant walls of light were not, generally speaking, naturally manifesting. Just below the wall of light were the charred corpses of several undead, little more than a pile of bones and ash in sad heaps.<br/><br/>The cat sat down and began to wash one paw with her tongue, awaiting further instruction.<br/>