Bradrick, Jim, and Bo stood at the ready, weapons in hand. They nervously eyed Alan and Page, waiting for direction. The humans seemed somewhat reassured by Selythin's confidence and swagger.
Cousin Zenythin hung back, sword drawn as well, but not eager to lead the charge. He waited for someone else to open the cellar door.
It appears the door used to have a lock, but it is now broken, almost hanging off it's hinges. It's still shut, but more like two big pieces of wood lying over a narrow set of stairs leading down into the dark.
(Marching order, from your cues above, looks like Selythin, Alan, Page, Bradrick, Jim Bo, Eovin flying above all them, Ralph Crenshaw, Sirocco, Zenythin) (Whew! You've got a crew.
) (I don't know if Ralph Crenshaw the Dreaming Knight is playing still or not, but technically he's there as well.)
The stairs wind and descend into a largish room with a dirt floor. There are splintered and broken boxes and shelves littering the area. Bits of food, dropped or left as garbage, lie here and there.
"Ohhh! They took all the cheese and wine! Oh no! And the bramble-berry preserves...All the duck eggs...Not to mention all the baking supplies..." Page whined, trying not to start crying again.
There's a large door on the wall across from the stairwell. This one has the lock intact.
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