The room was dark, but even in the dim light, Riven could tell it was expensive.
Velvet drapes hung heavy over the tall windows, blocking out whatever view might have been waiting beyond. The walls were lined with dark wood, polished to perfection, and the flickering golden glow of the wall sconces cast shadows that danced like ghosts along the carved furniture.
Riven exhaled softly. Fancy. Terrifyingly fancy.
His first instinct was to get a better look at his surroundings. He took a hesitant step toward the window, fingers brushing against the thick curtain. If he could just pull it back, and let some light in.
But before he could move an inch further, the door creaked open.
His ears twitched. He turned sharply, only to see the unmistakable figure of Soran stepping inside, his presence making the air suddenly feel too thick to breathe in properly.
