Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200123142506/@comment-5543592-20200129191144

Antony tried to peer around Lysilde.

The door was heavy, unrealistically so, and Lysilde felt the muscles in her arms quiver as she wretched it open. She looked directly into a stairwell up. The stairwell was narrow, the walls, steps and ceiling painted a peach pink. Looking up, she couldn't see the top.