With heavy steps, Vevian approached a wall in his room. He pushed in one of its bricks and heard four clicking sounds from four corners of the wall. He gently shoved, and the wall revolved on its center.
He entered, closed the wall, and locked it from the inside with the keys he had made recently. Holding a lamp, he walked down the stairs.
This whole mechanism was supposed to be his escape route, but now, it couldn't be called that. He put a new lock on this side and blocked the other end of the tunnel with cement, making it impossible to enter, nor exit from both sides.
Now, this whole area was a dungeon. A dungeon meant to contain one person. Rolan of the Baroda family. A Magus.
Someone Vevian never even dared to look at wrongly during all his life. Someone that he could never speak impolitely to, someone that always demanded respect and subservience, someone that could ruin his wealth accumulated over thirty years with a passing comment.
