With the immediate threat of their injuries addressed, Arthur and Aziel finally had a chance to take in their surroundings properly. They were standing in what appeared to be a bedroom—and a rather spacious one at that. Four neatly made beds were arranged against the walls, each with a small trunk at its foot. A door stood perpetually ajar at the far end of the room, revealing glimpses of white tile and metal fixtures that suggested a bathroom beyond. Arthur noticed with tactical appreciation that the door was wedged open with what looked like a piece of broken stone pillar—clearly an attempt to prevent it from closing and potentially shifting them to another part of the castle.
Soft light emanated from multiple candles and lanterns around the room. The air here felt different too—cleaner, with none of the musty decay that permeated the rest of the castle.
