Taking a step back and to the side, Allura gave her apprentice room to work. The door soon didn't qualify as such, the sun dried wood brittle and suffering from dry rot. Nothing immediately leaped out at them, so the crusader swept inside. There was only one room, dominated by a large table in the middle. A rickety chair sat in one corner, while a fireplace made of mud or sand bricks lined the far wall. The table was stained red and had bones on it, their source unidentifiable.
"Be on guard," she cautioned softly.
Her mace and shield ready, Allura stalked through the one room shack. There was no sign of the inhabitant, and no other way out. Leaning to her right side, she peered under the table.
"Help me move this table...there appears to be a drainage grate underneath."