Runeforge Camp; drafting room.
The two bronze doors were wide open and the bodies of two witcher-knights were spread before them.
Heat still emanated from where the lock had been as red-white iron liquid slowly dripped down.
This was an old storeroom. Disorganized piles of parchment sat on the stone platform in the middle. Some of them were spread wide open, others not so much. There were even emptied ink bottles and used quill pens scattered across the platform.
Several ancient wooden stands along the stone walls took up the rest of the drafting room. Many wooden chests, parchments, and gray sacks were stacked on them.
When Flower hesitatingly walked into the room, Leon had already begun to inspect the items on the stands. It was clear that Leon had an oddly sharp eye for item identification. He was able to figure out the value of any object in a matter of seconds.
