So many scrolls..
He had taken out so many scrolls she began to fear even her delicacy would break them. She adjusted the handful, re positioning them in her arms as they walked and he, Lorant, paused before a door way. She peered up at him, blinking her brown eyes before turning towards which door he had meant.
"Oh!" her face suddenly twisted at the notion. "You can't go in there. Not even I can! That is the cellar for new books!"
But as such, he did not listen, and pushed the door open, disappearing within.
Gasping, Artemis nearly dropped her pile of scrolls and books, and it took her some time to catch and reposition them again.
ANd out of fear (and well, partial curiosity) she followed after the man, bobbing down the stairs with light footsteps, quickly remaining at his back. Once at the bottom, she new there was a nearby table by the faint light casting in from upstairs and set the scrolls and books she carried upon it with a light 'Oof!' and then moved about, fussing over a nearby oil lamp before holding it upa nd over to him. She was panting with the effort, her face glossed not only by a light blush, but was brushed in the golden light cast from the lamp.
"Are you certain you need to be down here?"s he inquired, pouting somewhat as she looked around in the looming dark. It was cold and foreboding in that basement, with wide shelves housing sacks of more scrolls and books , and crates fairing with the same goods, littered about. There were heavy cobwebs, and the thick scent of dust and decay- Even a menacing furnace that appeared to have teeth and eyes remained dormant in one corner, and a small, round table across the way. Artemis only took two cautious steps forward before she shivered, then turned the lamp back towards the priest- or, whatever it was that he was. Her eyes looked to the mage symbol on his robes, then to his face. "We shouldn't be down here." she informed about.