06-01-2017, 09:39 PM
Lysandra's sudden shock passed when she realized her friend didn't just DIE right in front of her. Her heart racing, she headed for the door to find the cellar entrance. Almost a full lap around the building, having gone the wrong direction, she groans. Upon the cellar doors sat a heavy duty lock. It was not the kind with a hand pad or buttons, but an old fashioned lock... with a key... "Chaky... Chaky, the door's locked!" She quickly sprang out of the way, clearly expecting a huge explosion to allow her entry. Alas, the explosion never came.
Chakravartin was busy once he regained solidity. The cellar was cramped, filled wall to wall with various shelves. There were dozens of shelves dedicated to barrels, each with varying amounts of dust collected. He almost had to double take when he noticed a shelf littered with bottles of wine. One in particular caught his attention. The bottle's label had a delicate lining. Running his fingeres along the ink, he imagined it to be actual gold mixed in with the ink, to give this particular bottle extra value. Odd how the humans did such trivial things.
He dusted off the neck then chipped away the wax. He heared a muffled voice from the far side of the room, but it sounded distinctly familiar. Lysandra had found the door, it seemed. For the moment Chakravartin holds onto the extravagant bottle and walks over to the door. He gave it a push, but it appeared to be locked from the outside. At least he could say he tried.
Moving on, Chakravartin turns his attention to the cellar. The stench of stale ale was ever present. It would seem not only wine was spilled in this place. "Lysandra. Go check on Aang. I will handle the cellar." He could hear her grumbles, but she left him to his spelunking.
Grumbling the whole way, Lysandra rounds the building once again. The first lap had been looking for a way down, this time she needed a way up. No such luck. Aang had jumped, no doubt, but she could not hope to clear the first floor, much less the roof. "Aang! Aang, you okay up there?" That was all she could do at this point.
Chakravartin was busy once he regained solidity. The cellar was cramped, filled wall to wall with various shelves. There were dozens of shelves dedicated to barrels, each with varying amounts of dust collected. He almost had to double take when he noticed a shelf littered with bottles of wine. One in particular caught his attention. The bottle's label had a delicate lining. Running his fingeres along the ink, he imagined it to be actual gold mixed in with the ink, to give this particular bottle extra value. Odd how the humans did such trivial things.
He dusted off the neck then chipped away the wax. He heared a muffled voice from the far side of the room, but it sounded distinctly familiar. Lysandra had found the door, it seemed. For the moment Chakravartin holds onto the extravagant bottle and walks over to the door. He gave it a push, but it appeared to be locked from the outside. At least he could say he tried.
Moving on, Chakravartin turns his attention to the cellar. The stench of stale ale was ever present. It would seem not only wine was spilled in this place. "Lysandra. Go check on Aang. I will handle the cellar." He could hear her grumbles, but she left him to his spelunking.
Grumbling the whole way, Lysandra rounds the building once again. The first lap had been looking for a way down, this time she needed a way up. No such luck. Aang had jumped, no doubt, but she could not hope to clear the first floor, much less the roof. "Aang! Aang, you okay up there?" That was all she could do at this point.
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