Turning along the hallway, Liechtenstein entered what once was a dining hall. She inspected the soot-filled fireplace, before sharply glancing at the other entrance to the dining hall opposite her.
Footsteps.
Her stomach dropped and her heart beat faster as whoever it was approached. She felt a sense of foreboding settle over her and instinctively knew the one approaching was not to be encountered. Liechtenstein ducked under the table, hoping the torn and tattered tablecloth was enough to hide her small form.
A pair of worn yet well-maintained laceless leather boots stopped by the edge of the long table as their owner studied the room. A distinctively male and sultry voice rang out in the silent room.
"My, my. Something feels different. Could there be a little mouse here?"