Azriel Radu's Lair
As you walk through the heavy oak doors a wave of stale, musty air envelopes you, ripping the breath from you lungs. As you gasp for air, a distinct coppery tinge can be tasted in it. Looking around you see fine tapestries covering the marble walls. Scenes from various stages of a hunt can be seen through the fine layer of dust. Looking closer you see that the Hunted is not four-legged, but rather a peasant fleeing for his life.
Opposite the door, a staircase leads to a large portrait of a man in his thirties dominates the landing. His face is drawn, the eyes seem to flicker as the torchlight plays across them.
A voice booms through the Hall.
Greetings and Welcome to Master Radu's home. Seems a storm is brewing out there. a clap of thunder crashes against you, seeming to back up his words Please remove you outer garments and make yourself comfortable in the library to the right. Master will be with you shortly.
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