It wasn't long before we were back on the ground level, entering a wing of the manor I hadn't seen yet. The polished floor shone, reflecting the light from the wall-mounted crystal lamps. Lighter wood panels lined the walls of the west wing, each one inscribed with decorative golden runes. My memory of them was still fuzzy, but these were simple enough, alternating between a rising sun and a symbol for joy or song, fitting for the name of the house.
"This wing was recently renovated," Anrinth said, noticing my curiosity. "The manor was built some fifteen hundred years ago. When Lord Sunsinger decided to renovate, they added a touch of color and depth."
"It's beautiful," I said, reaching out to touch one of the runes.
A jolt of electricity shot up my arm. I jerked back my hand, hiding it behind my back as the servant let out a low chuckle.
