Felix Caelus

Felix jumps at the hiss from the shadows, managing a nod just after the Ixian mage’s presence disappears. Damn it, Caelus, pull yourself together. You’re on Nocturnal’s business, remember!

The thought of following three Vigilants down an unknown corridor into who-knows-what vaults and reinforcements is one to inspire caution, but he can’t play his part if he isn’t around when Naugus needs him, can he? He waits a couple of minutes, before leaving quietly and trotting after them. Lucky he's wearing his older, quieter boots. But just in case, he stops to cast a muffling spell, to deaden the sound of his footfalls. It seems to work. He has to hope it’ll stick.

Ahead of him, the Vigilants turn a few corners and descend a long flight of steps to a spacious undercroft beneath the Hall, littered with supporting arches. The door is warded quite obviously with runes of elemental destruction and seals designed to make loud noises if the door is breached. No sign of divine protection here – and besides, the senior Vigilant quite unsuspectingly lifts her hands, concentrates to lower the wards, and produces a key to open the vault. Naugus can just slip right in to the main vault, where a motley collection of books and artifacts are arranged within their individual wards.

There’s also a set of much larger and better-warded double doors: heavier runes, heavier locks… and the mark of holy symbols, blessing the doorway against dark and malevolent beings. In the arch above them is a carved emblem: a sword and goblet.