She picked up her sword and faced the door. It looked normal and nondescript. The lock was rotted off the wooden hinge and easily broken off. The traveler wondered if she'd actually have to spill some blood on the church property for defense, at the rate the scrabbling noises were going.

She opened the cellar door and peered into the darkness below, holding her blade in preparation for whatever it could be, tracing the spiraling staircase into the gloom.

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Boy, I'm just churning these out. xP Or at least churned a page and a half out today. Anyways, Aisha continues on into the bowels of the church ruins and goes exploring. I like having pulled off that piece of perspective there, watching a spiraling staircase go down into a cavernous basement. x3

Enjoy!