The fact that the door opened at all prove that it was part of the warehouse. Krow toed the door open wider, cautious. It stuck a bit, but nothing compared to the irascibility of the front doors yesterday.
The lights flickered on as he entered. They were dimmer here. The space was as empty as the upper floors. A line of drying shelves stood against one wall.
It was just a basement. No hidden treasure, no lurking monsters, no secrets better left uncovered.
How refreshing.
The cleaning enchants had dealt with the pests and debris already.
He spied stairs in the corner.
There was nothing to see, so he skipped up them, turned a corner, and nearly bumped into a dead end.
What.
Krow touched the raw stone, which slid open with a hiss of air and a grinding sound.
A small room lay before him.
A preparation table dominated the space, similar to the one at Velinel's aunt and uncle's place in Gremut.
