[I uploaded this chapter hours ago but for some reason it didn't register... I guess I misclicked? Either that or wn glitched. Anyhoo, here you go]
Leonel and Aina stood back to back in an elaborate throne room.
Making it here wouldn't have been too difficult, if the construction of the castle hadn't been so conniving and vindictive.
Describing the layout of an in animate object like this might feel like a bridge too far, but if Leonel had the dictionary or Wise Star Order to explain it to him, he would understand that the Dwarven Race had always been like this. Even if it wasn't for all the sinister traps and lurking dangers, the design of the castle alone would have been enough to drive the two of them crazy.
