Valen didn't like the situation, especially when he wasn't sure what to expect inside. Sighing, he decided he'd see what he could do. If it was zombies, as he sort of suspected, he could always run away. Arrows would do very little to undead, and so would scimitar. He was fairly sure against any kind of undead a stabbing weapon would just stick between their ribs as they came closer. A good shovel or something else to bash the bones to breaking point would probably help more. Of course as a wizard he had to accept that a little magic might be a better choice to deal with a foe, but for now, he planned to first see what he did face. Perhaps it wasn't undead. Hopefully. He really hoped so.<br/><br/>"What's going on here?" He spoke up opening the door, staying out in the sunlight though, watching the door and looking inside, keeping small distance. Ready to fight if necessary. He really didn't want to step inside, at least unless he was reasonably sure he had killed anything hostile already. Cowardice? Some might call it that. Preference to survive? That, too.<br/><br/>He was willing to go in, but before that, he was willing to try and see if they'd fight on his terms.