The following morning, Cliff woke up in his hammock, feeling the warmth of sunlight gently filtering into his room. He stretched his limbs, feeling the tension slowly release from his body after the troubling events of the previous night. He was surprised that he had managed to sleep at all.
As his eyes fully adjusted to the soft morning light, he realized something. There were no showers here, at least not in the Serpent's Den. He grumbled under his breath, half-jokingly cursing the lack of modern conveniences in this ancient place. But before his thoughts could wander too far, a calm voice spoke from behind the delicate silk curtain.
"Sir Cliff Brown, I noticed you are awake. Please, follow me," the voice was male, soft, and respectful, carrying a tone that spoke of both servitude and reverence.
