Chapter Twenty-Seven: The First Floor
â€œYou never know what memories will be pulled out of your head. Will you be ready to face the past you left behind? What about the present?â€
With the click of the doorsâ€™ latches shutting together, the inside of the manor became uncomfortably quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the creaks and groans of the house settling on its supports and foundations. Looking around, Valtyra could see the wood of the walls waterlogged and molded severely. Moldering trophies hung on the wall in front of her and to her left: a boar, a bear, a firepelt cougar whose pelt looked similar to Bubnugâ€™s cloak, and a stag. But they were not as impressive as the monster on display in the center of the room. On a raised platform, a twelve-foot-long creature crouched. It had the body of a lion, a scorpionâ€™s tail with dozens of razor barbs, huge bat-like wings, and a deformed humanoid face.