[ He merely scowls and shoves aside the door without reply. This time he's a little more cautious venturing in. If they would trap the door with something ridiculous like pie, who knows what other mischief could be lurking underfoot?
Thankfully the floor seems to be devoid of any obvious traps. Every surface of the room is coated with dust, which answers the question of why that pie had been all flake and no filling. Emet-Selch pauses in the centre of the main room, glancing this way and that with a frown. ]
Were these people spirited away in the middle of their day?
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Thankfully the floor seems to be devoid of any obvious traps. Every surface of the room is coated with dust, which answers the question of why that pie had been all flake and no filling. Emet-Selch pauses in the centre of the main room, glancing this way and that with a frown. ]
Were these people spirited away in the middle of their day?