I slowly entered the stone room. The design was rectangular. The walls and floor had been smoothed to perfection. The room was slightly lit by a single blue crystal which hung above the center of the room. The crystal itself gave off a dull hum as it emitted the blue light.
I slowly walked towards the bed farthest from the door and took a seat on the cushioning. Before I could lay down, I had to get my bearings of this new space.
Though my bed isn't springy, it's still incredibly soft. It's similar to the fur of a cat in feeling, but it isn't hairy. I felt around for a moment and found a feather protruding from the cushion. This feather was larger than a chicken feather, yet smaller than a peacock feather. It was white and soft to the touch. This must be some indigenous creature that the dwarves cultivate. Satisfied with my assessment, I let some stress out of my shoulders. As I relaxed for a moment, I reflected on the events that transpired earlier.
