Sohn took the offered oil lamp in his left hand. In his right, he carried his crook and around his waist was a belt with a coil of rope - in case the girl or the guardsman might have fallen through a rotted out floor - and a knife that was meant more for utility than any notion of defending himself against hostile creatures. Not that the idea of some sort of creature hadn’t crossed Sohn’s mind. There were plenty of rumors that this place was haunted, which he wasn’t entirely sure that he believed. And he wasn’t entirely sure that he [i]disbelieved[/i] either. But if there were dangerous creatures, or even unsavory sorts that might be using the place as an encampment, he trusted his dog Fortuna to alert him. “Tread lightly,” he advised the others as he stepped across the threshold onto the white tile, Fortuna slinking in at his heels. He held up the light to better see the ∩-shaped room. “We don’t know where this old floor might give way.” He tapped his shepherd's crook on the floor ahead of him as he moved farther into the foyer to give those behind room to enter, hoping to ensure that the floor was solid before treading toward the red carpet. He glanced back quickly at his companions in this venture, uncertain if they would prove reliable. Vander, he thought, seemed the most trustworthy of the bunch. Magolor would be good to have around in case the girl had gotten stuck in some tight spot that the rest of them might have trouble accessing. The other two… well, Sohn didn’t trust Eliel as far as he could throw him. He’d found him carrying one of their lambs last spring. Probably to go have himself a nice supper! The youth had insisted otherwise and since it was only Sohn’s word versus Eliel’s word, nothing had been done about the matter other than a stern warning to stay away from their flock. Sohn would not be surprised if the half-elf was only here to find if any riches had been left behind by the Cornwalls! And the woman… she was a mystery. He’d never met her before today. Hopefully, they could find the mayor’s daughter quickly, before he ever had to find out just how trustworthy (or untrustworthy) his new teammates would be. “Claribel?” he called the little girl's name just once, then stopped to listen for any return calls. Or any other noises that might indicate they were not alone… [i](Edit: fixin' typos.)[/i]