It was dark. Okay, so yes, that was probably obvious, but Karla was even more unsettled over her inability to easily light her way with Craft. She'd gone through the contents of her room, finding nothing of much use or consequence, and certainly no candles or anything of that sort. An odd club, but she knew she wasn't strong enough without Craft to make much use of that.

Luckily, a Black Widow Queen didn't fear the darkness and the unknown like a Landen might, so she was still passably confident, feeling her way down the hallway. She knew what Lucivar would say to her wandering around without a weapon, but Lucivar wasn't there at the moment, was he.