The eerie blonde light would have been haunting, given their harrowing experience moments earlier, had it not been for the sound of tinkering coming from the final bend in the corridor — and the fact that the glow was quite familiar to them.
What met their eyes was the squatting form of Goldilocks busily picking away at what appeared to be a rather plain-looking sepulcher. Stunned at what appeared to be an act of grave-robbing on the part of one of their peers, the others could only stare in disbelief. Meanwhile, Goldie saw fit to mock them. In the background, subtle but becoming more relevant, drew other sounds to tickle at their awareness: scritchings, thumpings, creakings, and… Was that another voice?