Once at the bottom of the stairs Nathanial stood still listening. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but he still wasn’t able to see much of anything. At this point his eyes were useless so he closed them and continued to listen. He could hear water dripping in varies areas of the corridor. There was also another sound, it seemed that he wasn’t alone. He spoke quietly, his voice not wavering. “Is there someone there?”

Slowly he reached his hand out, feeling for the wall. If he stayed close to it maybe he would be able to find a torch. Not being able to see was going to be a pain and if he was going to be living in darkness he at least wanted to know what, if anything, was going to be living around or with him in this place.


((I can edit my post if you don't want our characters to run into each other yet Cora.))