[A sharp edge catches against Chibi's finger, and he notices that this crack isn't worn down at its edges, like you'd expect from wear and tear; it is pronounced from one side. Was there a struggle in here? (He doesn't say it aloud, mostly because there's nobody to say it to, and he'd prefer not to make any sudden noises.) Keeping his ears out for noise, he takes a look through and sees a normal-looking holding room.]
[Huh. Perhaps he should try and open up the wall, to better see what sort of doors are on the other side? He could use a portal, in theory, but best to save his wakfu reserves for other things.]
[But he's concerned, ultimately, that it would further compromise the structural integrity of this room if he started picking through walls... So he follows along the wall to the door at the end of the room and takes a careful look through, but does not step over the threshold just yet.]
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[Huh. Perhaps he should try and open up the wall, to better see what sort of doors are on the other side? He could use a portal, in theory, but best to save his wakfu reserves for other things.]
[But he's concerned, ultimately, that it would further compromise the structural integrity of this room if he started picking through walls... So he follows along the wall to the door at the end of the room and takes a careful look through, but does not step over the threshold just yet.]