[As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he'll see that the room appears to be largely empty. There are two chairs in the center of it, or what appear to be. He'll also find that by scanning the walls, an oil lantern rests on the floor near the door.
Presuming he turns it on upon finding it, he'll find that it illuminates a small space. The walls are scrawled with blood, though Sieghart won't be able to pick out any words that may or may not be written into the mess. The longer he stares at them, the more physically unwell he'll begin to feel. The two chairs he had been able to make out the outlines of before become much clearer: they're situated so that they're facing each other, as if poised for a conversation.]
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Presuming he turns it on upon finding it, he'll find that it illuminates a small space. The walls are scrawled with blood, though Sieghart won't be able to pick out any words that may or may not be written into the mess. The longer he stares at them, the more physically unwell he'll begin to feel. The two chairs he had been able to make out the outlines of before become much clearer: they're situated so that they're facing each other, as if poised for a conversation.]