This room was smaller than the last it seemed, but a little better lit. It was warmer too - and there was a pleasant smell in the air, like fresh bread. Alfric breathed it all in hungrily. A warm orange glow was flooding in from under the crack in the door. As Alfric approached it the smells grew stronger, as did the heat. He snubbed out the candle and shoved it in his pocket, fumbling around until he got a grip on the handle. When he twisted it and leant against the door it would not open. He tried again, pushing harder this time. Again and again, rattling the handle, pushing the door, sweat running down his face. "Help!" He screeched, catching even himself off guard with the sudden outburst. And again, "Help! Help!" His desperate calls interspersed with frantic hitting on the door.