Memories of Holdenshire.

Typical enlighten surface dweller. I'm endarkened, but that does not tell me how deep we are. But...
Roark turns to one of the side doors (the east one)
It would be a fair to assume that "up" is the way to go. But...
He tries to open the door
...I want to see that is in here first

Garbuffel, unburdened by the concept of personal property in the current circumstance, began rummaging around to see what was there to be acquired in return for services rendered...

"Well, begging pardon. I thought there may be signs you could read." Chester moved to the opposite side of the room, pressing his shoulder to the wall, pushing it open just a crack to peek in.

Harsk walks into the storage room. Our half-orc fellow moves to the crates on the left, along the north wall. He then begins rummaging through the crates. Seeming to be looking for something.

Loot, Harsk says, speaking to anyone looking upon him curiously. Sunce we’re down here, we may as well see if there’s anything useful in here.

Scarfs only looked on in the room. She didn't appear to be all that interested in searching. More keeping an eye out on her 6.

No worries Chester.
Roark distributes 2 days of food supplies to each before opening the west door

Scarfs put away the food supplies in her backpack, "Well that was something at least, but much help to tell us much where or why." while her light green eyes keep alert.

She still has her short sword ready for action and she has pitched her acquired black cultist robes off to side in the room. You can now see she is in just everyday common clothing with a suit of leather armor over it. She now shows off her 5'6" self and you note she is fair attractive red headed woman with long red hair now that she is disrobed.

For extra light, she has taken off a hooded lantern from the side of her backpack and has lite it up. She is holding it in her off hand. Seems she feel the need for individual safe light. Obviously, she is Human and can't see in the dark.

She is right behind taller Roark (6' 0") & Chester (??? height) as Chester was peek in after opening the door some and Roark has finished the job by opening the west door fully.

Chester tries to keep a low profile, not sure if the place is empty, as he peeked through the west door.

Thank you friend, Harsk says to Roark. Our half-orc fellow settling rations snuggly into his rucksack.
With trusty bow drawn and arrow nocked, Harsk tries finding a line of sight just behind the Western door.

Eronar sticks to the back of the group, bow in one hand with an arrow resting on the string. Something about this place makes him nervous and he feels like every moment could be his last...

Amature work!

"That was a bit close. I guess we are going to have to skuttle down that slime passage ahead to get anywhere."

We won't learn anything behind that door, but...
He goes to the hallway door.
We have this avenue left

Harsk stoops low and checks the area, heading left, for any recent tracks.
Yes, I guess we can…forget the door, for now. Let’s head left, then.
Calloused hands, hands half human but burly as an orc, run along dungeonous floor. Checking for tracks and any recent signs of activity. Besides those of our intrepid adventurers, of course!

"Huh? Oh alright then..."
Garbuffel seemed more intent on stuffing his pockets with rations. How halflings could eat as much as they did for their size had mystified many...