"W-wait," Inamar blurts, coming to her senses. The novelty of this strange sight had transported her briefly.
She plucks at Weylan's shirt to hold him back.
"There's a dead body over there," she points at the south end of the room. "And something's...clicking behind the pots there. It's a real mess in here. It looks like someone, or maybe something, was just smashing stuff. And I think the rats can get in here too. Looks like...little holes, tunnels."
She grimaces. "I hope that's not how he died. Ew."
She plucks at Weylan's shirt to hold him back.
"There's a dead body over there," she points at the south end of the room. "And something's...clicking behind the pots there. It's a real mess in here. It looks like someone, or maybe something, was just smashing stuff. And I think the rats can get in here too. Looks like...little holes, tunnels."
She grimaces. "I hope that's not how he died. Ew."