It would probably be something to look into. But that wasn't a thought that lingered too long at the forefront of her mind. She could return to it later.

Even in the dark and with the threat of the undead weighing heavily upon them, Elissa had the capacity to at least appreciate Duncan's skill and his slow and subtle movements. While she couldn't directly follow in his footsteps and mostly wasn't meant to, she still mimicked the motions. One hand was out to guide her, sliding along the surfaces he pointed out under his breath. She didn't respond, silent as the grave until he instructed her otherwise.

Carefully, her hand went out. Fingers brushed along the smooth contours of wood. She thought it was simply a wall. But then she felt the catch of a handle and settled her hand there. "A door," she whispered. It was unlocked, more than likely a closet. She brought her blade down only so she had the room to move to one side of the handle. With care, she opened it, looking inward for signs of movement and bracing for an inevitable strike. None came, the closet practically empty save for a few boxes of papers.