"A cleric, aye. I am Stig and I'm a guardsman of the Empire."<br/>The bearded man nods at what Lupus says and then turns to the door. They all walk trough the empty corridor of steel, heavy boots clanking as they hit the floor.<br/><br/>The tension of others gets to him and Stig clutches his weapon even tighter, so much his fingers turn white on the grip. The green lights over the door are to him like magical runes warning that something ominous lies behind the door.