He was not want to see it then, but with the swiftness of his movements, and the cut of his clothes and hair, at that moment, he looked very much the son of a noble.
He found the hallway to be quiet as he stepped out into it. He looked left. It continued on for a long way down, with many rows of doors, and many torches burned. He assumed they were other rooms in which the nobility would be staying.
He looked to the right. There were fewer doors there, and an open archway stood in the wall on the left, inviting someone to walk through it. He recalled that he'd been led through there, as the earlier woman had brought him in.
Just beyond the archway, at the bottom of the corridor, there were a set of spiral stairs. It went both up, and down. Oliver noted all these astutely, and put his hands behind his back, as he affected a gait that he assumed would be more suited to a noble.
