"Still no demons, uh?" sighs Stellan from across the room, relaxing his grip on the wound copper wire of his sword handle. As the left side of the house sadly only provided another rough log wall
<I'm assuming?>, he switches to searching the piles of debris to the right, eagerly searching for a princess in, he vaguely hopes, not too much of a distress. "You guys want a torch?" he mentions as he swings by his three friends peering down into the darkness.
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Stellan will start searching the debris under the various holes in the upstairs floor. If they want it, he'll pause to light another torch with his own and give it to brother Myst.
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"Perhaps a relative is coming from out of town?" posits the elf upstairs to his own earlier question... He can still hear the others puttering downstairs (something about a well?) and so feels he has the time enough to quickly step into the room, eyes fixed on the desk but approaching the bed first to - and he is somewhat ashamed to do so - wipe his sooty fingers on the corner of the bed linens.
[sblock=Questions]Now that he is in the room, Antares will look around once more. Specifically, 1. Is the bed made? If not, what state is it in?
2. Did the fire happen at night that he recalls?[/sblock]Only then, with an apology to the departed in his heart, does he feel comfortable enough with his own state to approach whatever documents might lie on or in the desk...
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Antares will search the desk for things of interest.
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