Glancing over the hooded man's shoulder gives Gharn a fairly clear view of the hallway through the door. It is the picture of wild senseless destruction, quite like someone had take and axe to a long condemned building. The light is dim, and doesn't seem to be coming from any discernable source. The floors, walls, and ceiling are covered in large jagged holes, the wood splintered and totting. Any furniture or art that might have adorned the walls have long since been reduced to random debris.
The state of this hallway compared to the rest of the rooms Gharn had seen is quite shocking, and honestly doesn't leave him with a good feeling about what lies ahead.
Then Gharn follows Archie's line of sight... to find a severed arm. A large powerful looking arm with deep tanned skin. It had not been cleanly severed, the flesh of the stump looking like it had been sawed or torn off somehow. Its not a pretty sight, but something else is unsettling about it, the blood still oozed from the mangles stump. This was fresh.