# Pastebin ie2YdGVV
Considerate of the apparent need for stealth, Tiochar did not utter the requisite words or spend the requisite reagents to confirm the presence of undead on the second floor of the place. Neither did Vaxra charge ahead as was his wont, realizing that he was rather in over his head in this matter. Davram gave the dire wolf at his side a meaningful look, as if to say 'You're my only real backup in this thing.' Whether the beast understood the look was a question for the ages; Davram didn't have time to worry whether the animal would come to his aide if he needed it. As soon as he'd mastered the lock and swung the door open, his attention was all for the faint noise of sorrow from the top of the stairs. His keen eyes were much more apt in these moderately lit environs, and he examined the stairs carefully for boards likely to creak and betray him before padding forward to mount the staircase. His rapier whispered near-silently from its scabbard, and the one-time rogue advanced slowly and silently with his weapons at the ready, his eyes straining in the faint light provided by the distant candle. Presuming that nothing accosted him on his climb, he ascended with silent step and moved until he could see the source of the faint, sorrowful sobs.