Surely you jest, Mr Fred
"I guess that's where we go, then", Connor suggests. "No sense in delaying the inevitable."
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Lark sighs. "I suppose that's me, then. Would you do me the courtesy of not waiting so damn long to follow behind? I'd rather pointy and stabby things have an equal chance of penetrating your hides as mine."
Lark slinks away, paying first attention to the location of trap-type things and second attention to being stealthy.
Connor, Stenchridden and the rest of the group descend the stairs, Snorri bringing up the rear and his bulk filling the space. The torchlight flickers around the walls of the octagonal room, highlighting the shadowed niches in the walls full of old candle stubs, the wrought-iron chandelier casting spidery shadows over the steps ahead leaivng this room and descending further downward, and not least on the creepy doll-thing perched on a wooden under-sized chair in one corner.Doctor Sterren Lark
Lark snickers to himself and sidesteps to the left through the illusory wall, thinking it would be fun to trick his companions. It's only after he does so that he reflects on the stupidity of playing games in an ancient tomb to unknown powers that would probably be overjoyed to eat him as a snack.