EVERYONE [Somewhere]<br/><br/>The group headed down the Maid's Stairs in search of the storage room.  There had once been signs on the various floors, but those few that remained had been damaged and left illegible.  They finally, Nanael in the lead, exited the stairs through a door and found themselves in a room made to look like it had been carved from the bedrock of some world.  The walls were stone, damp, and covered in moss.  The only illumination was from a handful of lights made to look like torches, only every second or third working to provide only fitful lighting.  The walls were lined with heavy faux-wood doors, barred windows looking into tiny rooms.  The place was, barring the moisture, cleaner than the rest of the ship.  There hadn't been much here to start with if they were any guess.  In the distance, out of sight down the corridor, the trio heard the sound of someone pounding on a door.