From the dense darkness all you can plausibly hear is muffled footsteps.
They seem to come gently towards you from your front then your side when suddenly behind you...
"Hold it up that I may look..."
You notice a hot and heavy torch now adorns your host's hand. The light shines brilliantly and shones on everything with the radiance of a great campfire.
Raises the bag and contents still being careful not to come nto contact with it.
"Do be quick about it I need not the whole world to see."
Being near this fellow reaffirms his dislike for those who depend solely on magiks to sustain them.
Studying the little man he replies with no rush,
"Why are you so nervous and uneasy, ye have something amiss that ye are not saying?"
Dark Scribe was never one to be rushed or hastened as I believed that to do such limits thought and one is likely to make unwise choices.
"I be not nervous! Are ye callin me a Liar?", his unibrow wrinkles and almost disappears in his furrows on his forehead. "Just ye have no walls an I not be liking to any other those required to know me business. Is this an issue?", stops and waits to see what the scrawny man has to say.
"Such a hasty, emotional little man as thyself will know."
DarkScribe walks over to what seems to be a curious mantle or altar of sorts. He then, with the adjustment of certain items, creates as it were a symbol and then with the sound of stone against stone a secret passage is revealed. He disappears into it.
The little man now confused looks frantically, then suddenly he hears...
"Come then..."
"Follow the sound of my voice little man and all shall be revealed to you..."
Then there is silence...
Being familiar with having visions he focuses on the voice, while keeping a subconscious awareness of the actual space he is in. Confidence in his safety is assured since the little man is so puny.