"So, my place is kind of a mess," Grimora said as we got closer to where her direction had led me the first time.
I raised an eyebrow and smirked. "How bad can it be? I've seen some pretty messy places in my time."
As we approached her house, from the outside, it appeared to be a simple, almost run-down little building. The paint was peeling, the windows were slightly crooked, and the garden looked like it hadn't been tended to in years.
I glanced at Grimora, who sheepishly shrugged. "It's not much to look at, but trust me, the inside is better!"
Upon entering the house, I was immediately proven wrong – well, sort of. It wasn't just better; it was extraordinary. As soon as we crossed the threshold, the small, shabby exterior gave way to a vast, magical interior that seemed to defy all logic and spatial reasoning. It was like stepping into another world or one of those wizard houses you'd read about in fantasy novels.
