"Glad to have that out of the way," Greylord said. "I should give you another warning. Everything in this castle must be earned."
Belialthorn didn't know what that meant but frankly, he couldn't care less. He was dirty, hungry, and drained. Both mentally and physically. And he wasn't the only one, Rota looked as if she had been dragged through a desert with the way she looked and the limped on her right leg.
Only Alaric looked refreshed.
"So..." Rota swallowed dry throat. "Drink?"
Greylord nodded and opened one of the doors that lined the wall. "The doors on the wall lead to different parts of the house with different functions. Some will not open up to you until you earn it. Be careful of which doors open willingly,"
"This is the garden. Where water and food could be found." Greylord gestured for them to follow him.
They entered the room and found themselves in a forest.
