After what Will Scarlett had told him, Teja had gone to the bar and asked for a room. The three rats he already knew - one black, one pale, one mottled - brought him a heavy thing that might have opened the gate to any Gothic smallholding, back home. He took it and noticed a Roman numeral engraved upon it.
"The same number is inscribed on the door of the room, I assume?" he asked, and the rats nodded, eagerly.
Teja took his key, got his harp from behind the chest by the fireplace where he had hidden it as always before, and for the first time, ascended the stairs he had only seen people come down or go up before. There was a warren of corridors here, like the underbelly of Roman baths, only much more comfortably and beautifully appointed. Searching for a while, he found a door that was adorned with the same Roman numerals, and obeyed his key.
( A room with a vision )
"The same number is inscribed on the door of the room, I assume?" he asked, and the rats nodded, eagerly.
Teja took his key, got his harp from behind the chest by the fireplace where he had hidden it as always before, and for the first time, ascended the stairs he had only seen people come down or go up before. There was a warren of corridors here, like the underbelly of Roman baths, only much more comfortably and beautifully appointed. Searching for a while, he found a door that was adorned with the same Roman numerals, and obeyed his key.
( A room with a vision )