The night spread over the now destroyed Conrad's fort, like a dark mantle.
Sin and Selene hung in the sky with a cold and serene brightness that bathed everything with a silvery and slightly violet light.
Lloyd's "office" was bathed in that light, which filtered softly through the curtains illuminating the furniture, which seemed to whisper stories of past generations: the walls were lined with dark wood, worn by years, and on them lined shelves full of books with cracked covers, rolled scrolls and ancient manuscripts whose yellowed margins testified to the passage of time.
Among them, some volumes seemed too heavy for any adult, and yet there they were, carefully ordered as if waiting for someone worthy to consult them.
Lloyd still hadn't read all those documents, however, he couldn't say his curiosity wasn't piqued to discover them.
However that place wasn't especially welcoming. It was a fort where death and torture had been daily bread for years.
