by Mist Walker » Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:20 pm
Sylvanos was close to giving up hope of finding any uncleanliness. The servants who serviced the room were fastidious to say the least, despite the haphazard scattering of belongings the room was close to immaculate. Every surface had been carefully dusted and there wasn't so much as a stray leaf to be found from outdoors. He had completed a circuit of the front room he found anything amiss. A strand of thick wool caught beneath the door leading into the corridor.
Viktor had also taken an interest in the door. Running his fingers over the frame, he could just feel a carving beneath, painted over so many times it was unnoticeable to the eye. "I've found something," he said. Most of the others gave him one look then went back to what they were doing. Sylvanos was closer though and mimicked Viktor, running his hand along the wood.
"It's nothing special, just elven carvings underneath."
"That's nothing special?" the Kislevite asked, "I wouldn't consider that usual."
"This city was elven before you humans infested it. I doubt the building's original but I wouldn't be surprised if some scavenger had taken wood from an older building. Though why you'd want to use wood I don't know."
Reikard had only just stepped out of the room when the woman that had shown them there stepped up. "Where are you going?" she demanded.
"I hoped question some servants, find out if they saw anything."
"They haven't. We already asked."
"Maybe you didn't ask the right questions."
"We did. They saw nothing. If you have questions I will answer them. Back inside," she ushered him back into the Princess's rooms, following on his heels and shutting the door behind them.
"So?" the woman asked, glaring at Viktor who was running his hands over the door to the corridor, opening and closing it repeatedly.
"Was the princess... behaving strangely at all?"
"No stranger than usual."
"She didn't-" Reikard was cut off when Viktor staggered back from the door.
"What is it?" Thorin grumbled, turning to look out into the corridor. "And why is it so draughty?"
Viktor took a moment to answer. "That's not the same corridor."
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