Prince Findir of The Northern Wind (8)
"Huff… huff… huff… huff… So many… stairs…" I heaved as I finally got to the bottom of the seemingly infinite staircase. Sure, it was going downstairs, but they were so slick and thin and shiny and slippery and just horrible to walk down as I kept slipping. "I thought I was going to die."
As I approached the large metal door, making this humble abode seem more like a vault rather than somebodies house, I began to sweat heavily. A heavy pressure hung just at the entrance and as I grazed my eyes upwards against the heavy gate, a single glowing red eye planted into a metal socket squirmed down towards me.
Nell didn't say anything about this, so I just stood still, assuming it was some kind of pupil scanner that confirms your identity.