Chapter 73
Fifth floor of this crumbling wreak. Great. The front foyer at least attempted some semblance of civility with nice chairs and a desk that looked like it did good work. However, as we climbed the stairs, it was apparent that we’d passed the best that this place had to offer. Faded rugs and bleached, scratched floorboards were the norm as the occasional drip could be heard from the rooftop above.
“There’s something strange going on here. Those shiny sections of the tower, they used to be dragon scales, cut into squares to protect the building.” Charlotte’s eyes widened as I explained. “Yet it’s just been left here to rot.” I gave the bleached rug a kick, but the thing didn’t even kick back, instead slogging off white fur. Yuck.
“It’s not even a good rug.”