Self-reflection!
Things weren’t smelling so good down here. The air was musty, and the stench of carpet shoggoth was pretty strong. Sort of like rotting acrylics, Morgan thought. He was pretty sure that kind of thing was impossible, but it was happening anyway, and was probably not going to be great for his lungs in the long term. So let’s just kill the monsters, find the books, and go.
What little light came into this section of the library annex was from fairly small windows, and apparently the carpet shoggoths didn’t like them; stuff had been tossed against them, and sometimes smeared, until they were almost dark. Which meant that a light spell might be helpful… or a flashlight, dammit! Part of Morgan resented how quickly the trappings of technological society had disappeared; another part of him was bemused at how well he had personally accepted the new way of things. It’s not that I wanted to wander through a magical post-apocalyptic landscape, he told himself. I’m just not letting it bother me.
Yeah. That’s it.
Morgan internally debated on how to best open the door for about two seconds before he kicked it open. There was no need to keep quiet, there might have been a monster behind the door anyway, and there was no way he was going to go through this place without his sword and shield handy. “Hey, Ben! Kiddo!” he shouted, before somebody shot a spell or stone at him. “At the vestibule!”
“Coming down!” yelled Ben from the stairwell. He and Kiddo moved down, Ben holding onto the banister. “Weight’s not back to normal,” he said to Morgan. “Spell’s lasting longer than normal. Offices above are clear.”