Finn's office was exactly what Max expected from someone like him.
Meaning... it was complete chaos.
The group followed the red path until they reached a small damp room that smelled of old wood, rusted metal, and a suspicious amount of moisture collecting in every corner.
The walls were made of poorly nailed wooden planks, some crooked, others separated by just a few millimetres, allowing thin beams of light to leak in from other rooms.
The lighting was poor. Just a few small torches and a hanging lamp gently swaying from the ceiling.
In the centre of the room sat a desk that had clearly seen better days, covered in messy papers and dirty food plates.
And behind it, Finn.
The goblin dropped himself into a swivel chair of questionable stability, leaning back with absolute confidence. He propped his feet up on the desk as if he owned the place.
"Welcome to my grand office."
Max looked around.
"It is definitely an office."
Seraphine let out a small laugh.
