At long last, the rest of the party had decided to put an end to its untimely vigil, and, much to Ulor's satisfaction, move on to the further end of the corridor. He briefly nodded as Lex trampled by upstairs, then hobbled eastwards. On the bridge, he paused to cast a glance at the water flowing below. The octopus eyed it inquiringly, but he shook his head, both inwardly and outwardly. There was no telling what might have been lurking down there, and to stir it while standing on that bridge - and swimming under it - without anyone more robust that could have been put in the way was more than even he was willing to risk. One of the comparatively few things he had learnt over the years that were actually useful in practice was that it was better to leave the parts of a cavern, dungeon or suchlike that seemed the least safe last. If he was correct in his guess, there was a good chance to lose something he would have needed elsewhere. If not, well, it was a relief.

Someone's unfamiliar voice loudly called from the east, and Ulor continued on his shuffling way through the tunnel until he reached the chamber at its end. It was small and already rather tightly packed, leaving him to stand outside and try to peer over everyone's shoulders. Or, well, face the matter more creatively. He motioned for the octopus to float over head and under ceiling, extending and contracting its way above the group. All the while, he projected his sight through its eyes, conveyed by the aether of thought. From overhead, he could see two more of the seawater-filled (it seemed to be seawater this time as well, and besides, why would it be anything else?) tanks, one of which had just been relieved of its less liquid contents. A human, this time. Loud, but not large. There seemed to be a pattern of the people having been put to marinate being shorter than the human norm. Curious indeed.

Besides the tanks, there were two oddly placed coffins in the chamber. Now, while it was by no means uncommon to find tombs and sepulchres under a church or cathedral, the uses this one had been put to suggested that the coffins, as well, could very well have served some ulterior purpose besides honourable interment. Hovering over the one, then the other, the octopus turned its body downwards, it dull and rather short-sighted - like master, like familiar, after all - eyes sweeping over the stone lids. Thus seen, there did not appear to be anything odd about them. They must have been leftovers from the time some major religious order had occupied the building. With this having been seen to, there was not much else worth a glance, but Ulor let the octopus remain hanging where it was, in case something transpired that needed seeing. Or, which would have been better, hearing.


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A 6 in Investigation doesn't give Ulor much insight into whether the coffins might have been put to strange uses.

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