His right eye was open. Even under the waning light the gleam of his damaged eye was apparent. All around it was a bad sign. "That and the scowl he's wearing. Yup. I'd say he's pretty pissed," Carol surmised.
The Guild Master had told her not to get on the Servant’s bad side. But alas, she had an proclivity for such things. A talent in distance and irritation, one might say. As a self promoted trouble maker she prided herself on tip-toeing the line between endearing and annoying but given the atmosphere of the room being downright freezing; that had probably been a mistake.
The room was old and clearly not meant for current use. The bricks were lined with mold from years of flooding. Whatever debris resting here would be better off burned. Disease had probably fused to every scrap of dreck. It was truly an unpleasant place. If Carol had to guess they had only used this as a last resort; a make