'This isn't the same direction we went yesterday' I think while taking a deep breath.
My butt cheeks clench due to the change of pace.
I 'slept' for Fifteen hours, only rising to relieve myself past the archway in a private toilet.
It is a small seven foot by seven foot space.
A long, thin chain attached to the high ceiling is used for flushing what looks like a wide, black granite chamber pot fixed, and risen from the floor.
It is now morning and the older servant leads me up the stairs situated far into the west wing.
I find a wide hall the size of a house, along with some shelves full of scarves.
The second floor reminds me of a Fort Bliss tower floor.
Some shelves are full of clothing, others weapons and wands, many of them have scrolls.
'Come here' Heela whispers while the servant turns around and goes back downstairs.
