The words are still a little breathless as Archeval follows behind at last, ducking through the gap he's made to stare around with increasingly alarmed confusion. They've certainly gotten somewhere, though. It's dark, but he raises his saber to stare around again some more -- the purple glow reveals some kind of ornate statue, detailed carvings on the walls, some sort of... tags, cloth and paper and wood, hung on cords around the room. It would be a fascinating if unsettling find under better circumstances, but local archaeology is hardly the reason they're in here right now.
"...but I felt them. This makes no sense. They're still--"
He tiredly reaches out to prod with his senses, the Force still coming easily enough for such a small thing, and -- yes, it's still there. That feeling of nearby life, diffuse and hard to pin down, but still absolutely present.
"...I'd swear I feel perfectly normal sentient life. There's... certainly something about it that's off -- harder to perceive than normal, but someone absolutely should be here--"
His gaze turns toward the dimly-lit statue, the dusty and tattered and unfamiliar-looking strings of tags. The presence of life isn't the only thing he can feel in this little room, of course -- the sense of something being held at bay here is ominously tangible.
He's wary of intruding too much in a place like this, but they can hardly just give up and wander off again with Lan Wangji's son still misplaced; so he glances down with a furrowed brow at Wangji for a moment before turning away to start examining -- very carefully, watching where he steps and where he touches -- the four walls of the area. The glow of the saber marks his passage as he moves through the dim chamber.
"...this sort of phenomena isn't exactly my field. But we certainly can't just quit now," his voice filters back through the dark to Wangji's ears.
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The words are still a little breathless as Archeval follows behind at last, ducking through the gap he's made to stare around with increasingly alarmed confusion. They've certainly gotten somewhere, though. It's dark, but he raises his saber to stare around again some more -- the purple glow reveals some kind of ornate statue, detailed carvings on the walls, some sort of... tags, cloth and paper and wood, hung on cords around the room. It would be a fascinating if unsettling find under better circumstances, but local archaeology is hardly the reason they're in here right now.
"...but I felt them. This makes no sense. They're still--"
He tiredly reaches out to prod with his senses, the Force still coming easily enough for such a small thing, and -- yes, it's still there. That feeling of nearby life, diffuse and hard to pin down, but still absolutely present.
"...I'd swear I feel perfectly normal sentient life. There's... certainly something about it that's off -- harder to perceive than normal, but someone absolutely should be here--"
His gaze turns toward the dimly-lit statue, the dusty and tattered and unfamiliar-looking strings of tags. The presence of life isn't the only thing he can feel in this little room, of course -- the sense of something being held at bay here is ominously tangible.
He's wary of intruding too much in a place like this, but they can hardly just give up and wander off again with Lan Wangji's son still misplaced; so he glances down with a furrowed brow at Wangji for a moment before turning away to start examining -- very carefully, watching where he steps and where he touches -- the four walls of the area. The glow of the saber marks his passage as he moves through the dim chamber.
"...this sort of phenomena isn't exactly my field. But we certainly can't just quit now," his voice filters back through the dark to Wangji's ears.
"Any ideas...?"