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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4218459" data-attributes="member: 19688">The corridors were tight. Too tight for comfort. Karothen wasn't claustrophobic, but it still felt restrictive. He tried to imagine why you would want narrow spaced followed by large spaces, but the only thing his mind can settle on is that it would work well if you wanted to kill men. When the corridor opens up again, he feels only the faintest lift in his mood. This building feels like it harbours a burden of great sadness.He follows Eldan up the stairs to the waiting Jeillia. She looks pretty in the stark tendrils of lantern light. Pretty, but haunted, distant. He is focusing on this, perhaps, when the door behind slams shut. He starts with surprise.He looks to Eldan for comfort, but finds none there. The young man looks ill at ease. Karothen casts him a confused look, but cannot bring himself to speak. It feels wrong here, somehow.The cold is jarring. The suddenness of it catches his breath. Perhaps it is still the chill of his wet clothes. No, it is not that. He notices his own breath fog up in front of him. And then the feeling creeps over him.We are not alone. He whispers to Eldan. I can sense eyes upon us.</blockquote>