Amalia smiles in greeting at the newcomers, still poorly at ease, surrounded by near-strangers in a familiar setting. "Hello," she murmurs softly to Isla, her attention flickering back to Jigano as the bard continues to explain their goals. Gripping her lantern and the basket of snacks, she falls in line among the troupe, behind Isla and before Samuel, a perfect quartet of adventurers investigating some new revelation.
Descending into the abandoned room, Amalia cannot help the intake of breath. It is beautiful, accented and decorated as it is, and for a moment the girl loses herself taking it all in. To think this had been here, hidden away for years-! She turns, gazing from shelf to ceiling, her attention drifting from anxiety to excitement. The room is dotted with four disparate doors, and as Jigano directs them to inspect them the golden girl nods.
Still gripping the lantern (but having set down the bread), Amalia approaches the third door and lets out a curious hum, her slender fingers curling around the nob. The door does not give, and so she shifts, leaning her narrow shoulder up against it and preparing to try again, this time with a healthy burst of force.
Descending into the abandoned room, Amalia cannot help the intake of breath. It is beautiful, accented and decorated as it is, and for a moment the girl loses herself taking it all in. To think this had been here, hidden away for years-! She turns, gazing from shelf to ceiling, her attention drifting from anxiety to excitement. The room is dotted with four disparate doors, and as Jigano directs them to inspect them the golden girl nods.
Still gripping the lantern (but having set down the bread), Amalia approaches the third door and lets out a curious hum, her slender fingers curling around the nob. The door does not give, and so she shifts, leaning her narrow shoulder up against it and preparing to try again, this time with a healthy burst of force.
