"Look, bro." He said, setting his piece of metal down. "My cans have lids, yes. But you're looking for jars, so let me be a bit helpful. One question: Do you know what jars are made of?"

"Clay, glass... tin?" i say, looking down and blushing while fiddling with the pendant around my neck.

You hear some thumping from inside, and then everything was quiet. A flash of white passed in the corner of your eye.

You were jerked out of concentration by a shove. Why don't you just walk around until you find it? you turn to see the mass of black stuff had shoved you.

There was nothing of interest around you. It was an armoury, so naturally, there was a lot of armour and weapons and stuff. You were standing in front of the wall for so long that now you heard Sarah calling your name.

"It's a jar." He says exasperatedly. "It's made of glass. Clay makes pots. Tin makes cans. Seriously, bro, what do you expect of me?"

Platinum looked to where the flash was her ears staying trained on the door

The flash was gone. You were probably hallucinating or something. Everything was quiet inside the door, nothing to be heard.

Platinum hesitantly tried to open the door

You opened the door with no resistance. It was dark inside, and you couldn't see far into the room without actually going inside. Everything was deathfully silent.

Platinum slipped in staying in the dark shadows her hood up sheilding her eyes as she listened for any movements or voices