After a few short moments pause to light a torch, Kray shines a some fire light into the entry room.
It is a bit startling at first as the light and resulting shadows glide through the room. Kray is the first to see the image, but others standing close enough see it as well.
Starting several steps away from the door and continuing further back into room, a collection of older era statues stand scattered through the room.
The statues, mostly simple and subtle in design and detail, are all facing the door and the southern wall. They are not positioned as corner or sidewall decor, as most statues often are. Instead they are placed intermittently, haphazardly, generally in the middle area of the room, with no semblance of order.
It is quite strange. With their wide hollow eyes and humbly clasped hands, the statues almost seem like lifeless attendees, waiting patiently with a blank indifference, but also watchful.
The back edges of the room are not clearly visible because of the limitations of the light and the obstruction of detail caused by long shadows cast backwards from the statues.
Kray is the first to notice a smell of stagnation. And rot. Wafting out now from the inside of the building.