The First Step

We chose an upscale inn facing the plaza.

Lyle reached for the door.

The polished handle sank quietly, and the heavy, carved door opened without a sound.

“...What is this place?”

Evening light streamed red through the large window overlooking the plaza.

Near the ceiling, magic lamps glowed softly, illuminating a deep crimson tapestry hanging on the stone wall.

I could see a bedroom farther in, and beyond that, even a small room with an iron door.

Lyle turned around stiffly.

“Hey... Is this some noble’s mansion?”

I looked toward the iron door beside the bedroom. A thick metal frame. Multiple locks...