I stood at the back of a much smaller room than we'd spent the day in yesterday, though the proportions were still massive compared to what I was used to.
The room itself was a semi-circular shape. When we entered I was surprised and I commented on it, Ash looked at me strangely, but explained that it was part of a turret—one of those round towers that climbed the sides and corners of castles. The round wall was made of thick bricks as long as my arm, stretching to a ceiling that had to be twelve or fifteen feet tall. The windows were far more narrow than the ones in my rooms. But Ash said that was because they were designed for archers to use to shoot at approaching enemies without making easy targets of themselves.
The stone floor was almost entirely covered in a massive red carpet trimmed in gold, and the chairs that were lined in the middle of the room were heavy, solid wood in a deep, dark brown that was almost black.
