At the sight of movement Oratha immediately pulled her sword from its scabbard.  If they were scuttling about like vermin they were clearly up to no good.  With a deep breath Oratha advanced slowly.  She held her shield in front of her, her sword at the ready.  She hoped that they were just casual thieves she could arrested or chase off.  But, if they were evil, a bit of a fight would be a nice break from it all.<br/><br/>The storage room would wait until she investigated the movement so, at the junction, Oratha turned to follow the movement.  She still moved slow, her eyes scanning the environment around her, her feet more sliding across the ground than stepping.  She didn't want to trip or fall into a pit, but she also didn't want to lock her gaze on the ground beneath her.