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Detheriel
An audible exhale could be heard as Detheriel relaxed, seeing that no ambush lay in wait for them.
The storeroom was square, dimly lit by three torches in wall brackets, and filled with the faint odour of damp although none could be seen explicitly. The low stone ceiling gave the room an opressive feeling and it was not without a little haste that Detheriel moved forward, wanting to return outside as soon as possible.
Along the back wall was an assortment of wooden crates, many similar in design to the one that Telryn and Detheriel moved earlier. The lid of one was left carelessly cast to one side and the contents - a bundle of cheap looking garments - were scattered on the floor. The remaining crates are sealed; their contents remain a mystery. Along the right-hand side of the room were three smaller rather nondescript wooden chests, one of which was locked with an old padlock.
After surveying the room, Detheriel turned to his companions. "Well, it looks like a fair quantity of goods are here for the taking." He paused, thinking. "It will remain here for our return however. Perhaps we should ensure the tower is clear and report to our friends on the outside first? It is not good to remain separated for such a time."
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