Lana found the door remained shut and did not budge one bit. She then pulled hard on it again just in case. Nothing.

"What the hell?" 

But then, through her sleepy stupor, she realized she didn't turn the damn door.

She started to chuckle at herself. Just like usual, she was forgetful and clumsy. 

As an afterthought, [color=f7941d][b]she reached down to her ankle feeling to make sure her dagger was there[/b][/color]. 

While bending down, [color=f7941d][b]she used her other hand and tried to twist the door handle to see if it would open[/b][/color].