The white shirt and leather pants Milk gave me are way too baggy for me, but I make due.
I walk behind him like a servant, while trying to keep my pants up.
Once he leads me out of the door and up through a winding hallway, we find ourselves in a winding stairwell, the grey bricks are the same ones used in the mage towers.
I am lead to a common area shaped as a pentagram with a fire pit at the base, and three archways, only one to our left has a door.
Small fires on torches alleviate a bit if the cold bite of the weather.
Milk follows the door out, and into a wide hall with different art pieces of flowers trees, and oceans line the wide hall to my right.
High windows letting in light are to the left.
Sloan is at the end of the hall behind another arch the leads to a divide in the large complex.
Her scowl is a mean one, and her green eyes look like they are blaming me for something.
'I can't even say I didn't touch her'.
