[Open] Dusty Halls

OMG! You found a firelizard egg! Where did you get it, how did you find it... and what happens when it hatches into something definitely not a Firelizard?

In a basement room of the Candidate mansion that sat on the middle of an isolated isle, where musty curtains sagged, heavily coated in dust. Spiderwebs adorned most corners, trying to attract a flourishing population of insects. In this room, perhaps once a storeroom, the light couldn't touch, blocked by the curtains, and on one side of the room, a stack of boxes that stretched from floor to ceiling, with the side facing the window surely sun-bleached. Here and there unlit torches were hung on the wall, in the same neglected state as the rest of the room. And in the center of the room, amidst fine sand that had thoroughly covered the floor, small, oval-shaped objects were foreigner stow-aways. Tracks were tell-tale signs of occupancy of something other than human, with a few prints here and there along the walls and even the ceiling.

Oahvakeen had agreed to a boat ride in the wee hours of the morning to reach the island, and a few days stay to assist a cleaning and stocking crew import new supplies and export whatever was close to spoiling back to the main Weyr, so it could quickly be consumed, lest it go bad. Things weren't usually this hectick, but with all the excitement over gold clutches, inventory and stocking had skipped the mind of the island's overseer. For Oahvakeen, it meant two days he wasn't sweating over a firey forge back in his crafthall, and though it was a trade-off in labor versus knowledge, at least it was a change. Perhaps others had come to assist, too, but he hadn't given it much notice.

Two young candidates dressed in pajamas trodded by, whispering to one another. "Did you hear that the basement really is haunted?"
"I heard the rumor, but how do they know for sure?", said the second candidate.
"Noises! Everyone heard the noises. Even Jacks poked her head in, and nearly passed out in fright, so it must be true!", replied the first, as they both turned a corner and disappeared.

Oahvakeen took no notice of them as he headed towards the stocking room. He took note of the room number on the door: "ground-level storage". With so many boxes, there was little time to waste, so he entered, let his eyes adjust, and began peering into boxes and taking inventory. He hadn't noticed that the door next to his said "Basement", and housed an exciting, new development inside.

But inside the Ground Level Storage room that Oahvakeen found himself in, there were only boxes. Rows and rows of boxes, most with labels,  but some without. The smell of something rotten emanated faintly from a distant corner.