"Sounds fair." Syral agreed, pulling out his weapons and frowning. "I left my torches back at camp, unfortunately. Wasn't thinking, I'm afraid...anyone able to make light, before we get too far?"<br/><br/>"Indeed." Zyrah said, at the same time as Phyrreth said. "Uh-huh. Even non-flammable light!"<br/><br/>The two women looked at each other awkwardly, then followed the way down toward the next hall. The hallway is large, but plain, with various doors that lead to the rooms of the southern wing of the structure. A weatherworn statue of a winged woman stands in the middle of the hall...and for an instant as she looked at it, Erel would see a flicker of a statue of a succubus, Erel, and Nocticula herself superimposed over it in turn, before it returned to its weatherworn state. One of the doors (to A15) is wide open, and Erel can hear the sounds of creatures within.