"Enter, Master Avion and deviant guests!" the faceless figure opened the door for them.
Avion's face was red from holding his laughter while the two women behind him just kept their eyes away, less it will burn.
As soon as Avion entered the base, light erased the darkness. They finally saw the insides of the base.
"Behold, Uithuz Aver's home!" the figure pointed with his hand.
The three were speechless as they saw the first room of the Lord Sorcerer's house.
"It's... i-it's..." Alisera stuttered, "I don't know how to describe this."
Arcansas knew the right word.
"It's empty."
"Eh?" the figure looked back and saw the dirty gray walls. There was nothing else, "Oh dear me! I thought I already put them up!"
The figure ran and weirded out the two women again. As he ran, his body was leaned backward, his arm dropped, and his knees would reach high.
It entered another room and brought out a large painting.
