A tall butler approaches, holding out a gloved hand for the key, beckoning with his fingers.
"Room 7," he muses as his piercing eyes flash, holding up the inscription to the light. The lion head glimmers coldly. "Turn right from the entrance and keep going down the hall, it's right at the end," he tells me, nodding his head with a half smile. He doesn't mention at the blood coating my dress, or the crimson stains on my cheek- perhaps he is used to seeing it. I think maybe he doesn't care. Either way I return his nod with a dizzy smile as he snaps his fingers and our cargo disappears.
