Narrhil examines the gravestones and the buildings in the poor light.

"The symbol of Helios; the Dying Sun," pondered Narrhil out-loud in a faint voice, "this Narrxell Xulltos may have been a priest of this church!" He considered if below him in the grave was the magical items of cert presumed priest but he knew the ground would be too solid to dig into.

He attempted to learn if any of the scripture was magical.

"Perhaps this is the graveyard for the priests?" observes the cryomancer. "Still, we need to find shelter," he starts scanning the outer walls of the buildings.

Narrhil takes the torch and slowly goes to his left, with his pick in his other hand to examine the building. 

"Great Ashen Worm, protect my comrades and me from this bitter cold, especially them, as they are near frozen in place and becoming inactive!" He chants, constantly, repeating the same verse repetitively in a faint whisper.

Narrhil waits for his comrades, but points at the door in the (presume*) south wall.

[* Based on this map: https://www.flickr.com/photos/nialldubh/53578865614/in/album-72177720310098923/ is this correct?]

[I know Narrhil has no map, but I do ]

[OMG I can't remember the last time I had an email update from this thread. I'll try and catch up.]

Keet leaves Tillak at the gate and walks to the door. And though he blocks most of the light from Narrhil's torch, he sees that all seems in order, a very common door construction, and simple hardware he's seen many times over.

Examining the handle, he feels certain there is no trap laid upon it by man.

 

Narrhil moves to the left side of door to provide light for Kéet.

Narrhil arrives at the door in time to hear the rustling himself.