Roy Ametz
Roy's eyes widened. One person hearing things was a coincidence, but two meant there was a wolf behind you. Er, so to speak. "Yeah. There must be somebody else in the castle." He turned towards the castle, where the gates stood open and inviting.
Here we go, storming our own castle. Great start, guys. "I dunno about you all, but getting out of the rain sounds great too." He grinned. "Besides. This place is ours, I think. We probably should check it out, no?"
He hurried inside, coming into a large entrance chamber. (Sorry, GM, but I want to move this along.) A large open space with chairs along the walls and, at the back, a large, doubled staircase to the next floor. Doors were located along all walls, to who knows where- None had any markings to discern their purpose. Black was, of course, the dominant color, but it was by no means the only one. The warm browns, reds, and whites of oak and mahogany decorated the stairs and banisters, while golden tapestries depicting...
Roy found his eyes dancing over the embroidery, unable to focus on it. Whatever it showed, he could not for the life of him see it. Perhaps that was a good thing.
"Hello?" he called out, unusually brave for once. "Is anyone there?" The sound of movement was still audible from nearby...