The sound of dripping water could be heard, common, so far, throughout their delve into the ruined tower’s bowels.
Starlight, the halfling thief, slowly pulled the wooden door open, dust falling off the hinges as if it had not been used in ages. She created a small crack, with no intention of swinging the door open to its entire, so that Alina could just peer inside.
An unknown source of rot assaulted the halfling’s small nose. Perhaps it was from the old papers and books, wet with mildew, that the half-elf saw scattered about the floor of the room?
Perhaps not. . . [ »»»]