WHQ - Corner Hallway

The Corner The hallway narrowed, pressing in with damp stone and the scent of old battles. Up ahead, a corner loomed—sharp, shadowed, and silent.The elf cocked his head, eyes narrowing. He raised a hand for silence, listening to something none of the others could hear. The group froze. Even the wizard held his breath. After a moment, the elf signaled that he would scout ahead. They watched him move—light as mist, silent as moonlight. Despite the rubble strewn across the floor, his steps made no sound. It was like watching a ghost glide above the earth. He reached the corner and peered around. Then he stiffened. He pivoted back toward the group, his fair complexion somehow paler than before. His eyes were wide, his face unreadable. He motioned frantically: Don’t move. Don’t speak. He crossed the rubble again, just as silently, returning to the group with impossible grace. The wizard and barbarian stared in awe.Wizard (whispering):"Remarkable." The barbarian stuck a finger in his