Play Fight

The sound of footsteps on the dusty stone flooring were not at all concealed, they were in fact augmented in the eerily silent crypt. As if the torches weren't creepy enough on their own, the darkness of the surroundings was only enhanced by the dim lightning.

The knights that traversed down these halls could then be praised as brave, the hardest apart about the dungeon was the toll it took on one's mind. The skeletons were easy prey.

With the simple swing of a blade, a dirty and old white skull would be sent back to the afterlife. This meant the hoards of 4 or 5 and in some cases 7 skeletons could be dealt with by a single person. Witnessing all of this, Stuart did not feel safe, however. 

He didn't fall for the false sense of security. It was a mistake that they had already committed when Balin was in charge of the whole company. Since they had lost such a powerful individual, acting wantonly was all the more ill-advised.