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The hallway looks oddly familiar – like part of the basement halls near the servant's quarters, but the doors are unlabeled and more widely spaced, some hanging open in tatters; there's very little light, and the darkness almost seems to breathe.

Something is in the hallway; a large, hunched dark shape with gleaming eyes and long claws, that seems to be crouched, hiding in the darkness, head tilted listening.

It's hard to tell where the whispering voice is coming from; it fades in and out of being audible enough to understand. Whatever is behind the inhuman voice is old, with a lot of power behind it, a pressure in the hallway. Only snatches of it can be caught -

“-will not stay caged forever-”

“the Storm's blood weakens and falters-”

“Patience, it will not be long now”

Something shifts, the darkness seeming to gather and fill the hallway, and the hunched shape spurs into swift movement out of the hallway with a hissing laugh.