Azier kept his lips tight together in order to keep his face straight and prevented them from being curved into a frown as they continued their search upwards.
He gripped her tightly by her wrist to haul her up to the second floor, and then placed her down as soon as he brought her to the moldy old carpets and dusty marble floors.
Even the tapestries had rotted away and left but mere fragments of themselves on the rusted rods that one held them. Still familiar with this place, he knew where to go if there was anything of value. Without a word offered to his 'guest', he walked towards the right side of the large open floors that looked down onto the carnage below them.
He remembered when this place used to host parties, and the upper lofts held dignitaries, guests, and sometimes just rooms filled with gifts for those in attendance. His mind's eye could still it in the pristine condition it used to be in - vivid colors of purple, red, and gold.
