Erik went in first. Rather than use the ladder, he gripped the sides of the trap door and hoisted himself up, landing with a thud.
Once inside, he looked around and found himself inside a cramped storage space. This door was obviously meant to be a secret and not for daily use. What surprised him was the quality of his surroundings. The walls were made of clean wood, rather than the corrugated metal, canvas, woven grass and twigs he'd seen used in the rest of the city.
'Well, no big surprise. This should be the home of a Majivu councilman. As with everywhere else, the influential live more comfortably than the masses.'
He was alone aside from the one glassy guard operating the trap door. That is, until Alice scrambled up the ladder, quickly followed by Nia.
Meanwhile, Erik allowed his omnisense to travel the width and breadth of the house they found themselves in.
"Oh my," Elora giggled from inside, seeing the same thing he was seeing.
