Unlike before, the walls were empty; given that she'd killed the guards, the night before, that wasn't surprising. The secret door was still ajar, from when they exited through it, last night, the deformed brutes still lying in pools of their own blood in the small courtyard. Shalelu was on alert, bow at the ready, with arrows nocked, ready to fire at the first sign of trouble.<br/><br/>The first sign of trouble, though, would come as soon as they stepped inside; the distinct, pungent odor of troglodytes, wafting from elsewhere in the building.