[Fandaniel starts making his rounds, and Solomon's expression darkens slightly in turn as he works opposite, even as his hand feels for something against his clergy robes. Damn these costume changes and damn his only item from home being a pathetic excuse for self-defense.
Glances are passed over to Annette and Lovecraft, and his neutral expression thins even further.
Still, he comes up empty at every turn, backing up into the wide space of the altar crossing to take a better look at the windows.]
No doors, then. No way up, either. And I'd imagine the windows are unable to be broken.
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Glances are passed over to Annette and Lovecraft, and his neutral expression thins even further.
Still, he comes up empty at every turn, backing up into the wide space of the altar crossing to take a better look at the windows.]
No doors, then. No way up, either. And I'd imagine the windows are unable to be broken.