Rain
After the bath, the two dwarf women led us through yet another dim, narrow corridor. The air felt heavy, damp stone pressing in on every side, lit only by the flicker of oil lamps nailed into the walls. Our footsteps echoed softly as we walked, the silence stretching longer than it should've.
Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably just minutes, they stopped in front of a thick wooden door reinforced with iron bands. One of them, a short, sturdy woman with fiery red braids, grunted and jerked her head at the door.
"You can go in, love," she said, her.
"Thank you," I muttered, my voice sounding small in the cold corridor.
I pushed open the door.
Inside, Batista and Eric were sitting on the edge of a stone-framed bed, deep in a tense conversation. The moment we stepped in, Mara bolted straight for Batista like a storm.
"Oh my gods, I was so scared something'd happened to you!" she gasped, throwing her arms around him.
