The stairs down to the bath were narrower than the stairs upstairs. I noticed that the first time I came down here and found the door unlocked. That was also when I realized something had arranged for a full bath to exist under the north wing without consulting me about the implications.
The stairs handled it well enough. They were just narrow.
Bram went down ahead of me with the lamp. His shoulders filled most of the stairwell. That left me navigating by the light leaking around both sides of him.
His sun-dark hands moved along the walls as he descended. I suspect he was talking with the stone.
Behind me, Arveth came down with his robes sweeping each step in sequence. The stitched symbols on the fabric caught the lamplight and let it go again as he moved.
His four attendants followed after him.
The heavy one reached the lower landing before the rest of us somehow. I didn't see how it managed that. The stairwell was narrow, and it was not.
