Daphne Jones followed Quazi towards the poorly lit corridor. She tapped her fingers against her side; she was excited and nervous. The trip down to the vaults, as she recalled from childhood, was a tad terrifying.

She instinctively checked her pockets for a key, but realized she'd yet to receive one. "Excuse me, Quazi. I haven't gotten the key to my vault," she said quietly to the goblin. In addition to being poorly lit, the corridor was eerily quiet, though she heard dripping water echo down the hall.