Derrick peered into the room. He could see light, but not much. Not that it bothered him. He could see it was a bedroom, or rather, a room with a bed in it. Derrick wondered why it was behind an iron door, but that didn't bother him either. What [i]did[/i] bother him, though, was the room's occupant. Fine, they couldn't exactly see what it was, but it was large and it had fur. He supposed that it was at least a living thing, unlike whatever the jailor was supposed to be, but that was little comfort considering the only living thing outside of the group that Derrick had seen in this place was the wolfwing. That wasn't to say that the thing in the room was definitely the wolfwing, but he didn't like the odds. And even if it wasn't, odds were that it would not like the intrusion.

"...I kind of feel like we should... Close the door?" Derrick whispered.
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