<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/54PW0Kf.jpg)</div><br/>The gloom deepend with each passing moment, but she pressed forward, confident in the fact that if she needed she could light a torch in the dark.  She looked around the foyer and decided that she'd better just use her lantern while there was still enough light to see by.  They were harder to light properly and doing so in the pitch dark would be tricky.  It took a few moments, but eventually the oil wick took and threw a nice bright cone of light about the room.  She saw what looked like boxes under the greyish drop clothes that hulked about the room and then moved slowly towards the door.  She held the lantern in her shield hand and reached out towards the door.  She had to use a little pressure to open it as the wood had warped slightly in the jam.  But it opened and she found herself staring into near inky blackness.  Shining the lantern ahead of her she could make out a large storage closet, brooms, buckets, mops, worn cloth.  There didn't seem to be much interest until she spied on a shelf a single box.  It was the right size, maybe...<br/><br/>She cracked open the wooden box, feeling the wood splinter slightly as she forced it open and looked inside.  Small, waxy, about the width of her thumb but a little longer.  Candles!  Perfect.   At least now she had a source of light other then a roaring torch if her lantern ran out of oil.  She looked into the box and found six other tapers, enough for now.  Certainly there would be something else.<br/><br/>She inspected the rest of the large closet with her lantern, feeling some amount of comfort in the bright clean light it threw, only slightly flickering from the steady flame inside it's glass walls.  But save what appeared to be the long mummified remains of a few mice, the closet bore nothing of great interest.  There were the boxes under the drop cloth, the far door, the stairs, or the dark hallway that seemed the obvious next choices.