The man led Ayvira through the hall with doors on both sides of the wall, each marked with different runes. She feasted her eyes on them, studying and examining.
Sometimes she squinted, other times she just stared at them fixedly as they shimmered softly.
The fat man with the horns said nothing as they went through, his face hidden from her sight since he was walking ahead. Finally, he stopped at a door and pushed it open.
The room was simple but elegant. A wide bed stood against the far wall, draped in dark sheets that shimmered faintly under the soft light of glowing crystals set in the ceiling. A wooden desk and chair rested in one corner, and a small chest lay at the foot of the bed. The air smelled faintly of parchment and polished wood, but it was nice nevertheless.
Ayvira stared at it, pleased.
"This should do it, right?" the man asked.
Ayvira nodded. "Thanks."
