Edgard's arms both go up to defend against the shift of the wall; Laurentius takes a precautionary step back. Two kinds of people.
After a pregnant moment wherein the wall fails to collapse, Laurentius clears his throat briskly; the Riftwatch-issued lighter is clicked a few times, and eventually a little tongue of flame blooms there so that he can stoop and go rifling through the detritus just inside the moldering passage.
"Ah. That's promising." —is for the scrap of discarded cloth that he pulls from the rubble. It looks like a scarf or an armband, too new to truly belong among the moss-eaten rubble. "Someone's been this way."
The stave may not function as a torch of its own volition, but Laurentius apparently isn't so precious about the thing not to put it to some form of work. The scrap of cloth is tied around the end and set alight.
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After a pregnant moment wherein the wall fails to collapse, Laurentius clears his throat briskly; the Riftwatch-issued lighter is clicked a few times, and eventually a little tongue of flame blooms there so that he can stoop and go rifling through the detritus just inside the moldering passage.
"Ah. That's promising." —is for the scrap of discarded cloth that he pulls from the rubble. It looks like a scarf or an armband, too new to truly belong among the moss-eaten rubble. "Someone's been this way."
The stave may not function as a torch of its own volition, but Laurentius apparently isn't so precious about the thing not to put it to some form of work. The scrap of cloth is tied around the end and set alight.