Trixie passed by a servant levitating a stack of neatly-folded towels. She gave a polite nod, which the servant returned. Down here, the rooms weren’t as grand as they were above. There were no carpets running the length of the hallway, only flagstones polished by the hooves of countless generations of servants, performing the same duties day in and day out. Rather than be depressing, it gave a certain richness to the underchambers that the upper floors lacked.