<strong>AMELIA and QUELUNA</strong><br/><br/>The wizard and warrior found themselves cutting through what might have once been an armory; there were carved stone weapon racks and mannikins for hoisting armor and presenting it, though most of the weapon racks were bare now, and the mannikins were naked, undecorated save for carved eyes on each of them.  Nearer the entrance of the room, or at least where Amelia and Queluna had entered, there was a paper slip that had gone yellow with age stuck into the wooden frame of a weapon rack with a dagger.  Those few weapon racks that weren't totally empty were dotted with implements of war, sturdy swords and hammers that had survived the test of time.  To a trained eye, it would be apparent that they were well-crafted, though none of these remaining weapons are precisely works of a master.<br/><br/>The noise Amelia heard had sounded when they first stepped into this room, this armory wide enough and long enough that the magical light that Amelia had conjured up couldn't breach the darkness.  That noise came from further ahead, through this long hall and its dozens of mannikins, past all of the empty weapon racks.  There must have been at least a dozen of the statues, maybe more beyond the reach of the light, and weapon racks enough to arm more soldiers than that all along the walls; above the racks, more of those pictographic stories are inscribed, though no easier for the pair to discern than any of the others.<br/><br/>A quick glance above shows a balcony overhanging the armory, though from where the pair are, there's no way to be sure what's up there.<br/><br/><strong>Amelia</strong>and<strong>Queluna</strong>, no fancy questions this time: What do you do?<br/><br/>