“…Did you find anything at all?”

"Look at me, I am now a wizard, Sharon!" Lord Greymoon called out. Having disappeared into the small tunnel on the balcony above, the human lord suddenly re emerged and held two pieces of a chopped darkwood staff. He he waved them through the air, before suddenly throwing them down on to the floor where they rolled around at the party's feet.

Sharon seemed to be the only person in the room to react to Greymoon throwing the staff off the balcony, as the High Elf immediately jumped back instinctively as both pieces of the staff clattered against the stone floor.

"[b]Richard, have you lost your mind?! You DO NOT THROW MAGICAL ARTIFACTS AROUND LIKE THAT![/b]" Sharon called back angrily, before staring down at the broken staff lying on the floor. 
"You could have cursed us all... "

"Sorry!"

Thankfully, Lord Greymoon's primitive handling of the magical staff didn't seem to have caused any major catastrophy. Sharon walked over to the broken pieces and picked the piece with the shaft up. He studied the dark wood and shaft, and he saw a purple gem fixed between warped wood at the end of the staff. Peering closely at the jewelry, he noticed a slight, white mist shifting calmly back and forth in the gem. As he held the shaft closer to his face, he could see the white fog inside the gem slowly move towards him as it scraped against the surface of the gem in his direction.

Moving the staff away from him again, Sharon turned back to the group.

"A staff of the unholy. Presumably from the death discipline."

"I found a small room up here as well, Sharon. Books and scrolls. Looks like a storage of some sort." Greymoon called back down to Sharon. The High Elf nodded, before peering around in the dark room they stood in.

"If this is what I think it is... " Sharon muttered, before raising his own silver staff. 

Walking towards the center of the room, Sharon muttered an enchantment as he went, before slowly moving his staff through the air around him over the floor.

A low humming noise could suddenly be heard in the room, as glowing, green signs began to appear on the surface of the floor. They seemed washed and spread out, but they roughly represented various patterns of circles, letters and signs written around. They seemed to be all over the room, appearing under their feet and filling the room with a slight, cursed green haze.

"This hall might be a study, if I am not mistaken."

--------------

As Rithrynn followed Sherpa, she soon found herself in a long, narrow hallway. The room was barely lit at all, and had multiple supportive columns running along the side. The walls on either side were bent inwards, and pitch dark. The air was humid and wet, the floors and walls slick. This part of the sewer was much darker and colder, making it difficult even for a Night Elf to see.

An ice cold breeze blew through the empty hallway, which sounded like an inaudible whisper.

As Rithrynn walked cautiously through the hallway with her bow, she could suddenly hear a footstep behind her, and a single name uttered.

"Rithrynn?" Sounded Sherpa's voice. Standing five feet behind her was the High Elf, emerging out of the pitch black shadows of the corners. In fact, it almost seemed as if the shadows themselves were fading from him on their own will, and retreating back into the darkness that surrounded them.
Sherpa gazed at Rithrynn with a puzzled expression from where he stood. His left arm was covered by his shoulder cloak, but it seemed as if his hand was resting on something beneath it, possibly the hilt of a blade still in its scabbard.