<b>'How did they build this?' Pegawen thought, watching as her light reflected off the smooth walls to reveal what appeared to be an old meeting hall. The table in the center was made of a wood she'd never seen and she counted a dozen chairs at least. Along the walls were what appeared to be bookcases devoid of anything save the occasional small trinket. As much as she wanted to pause and study everything, she knew they had to keep going. Would the dwarf they sought be within this building? A clue of his passing and where he'd gone? It seemed that anything was possible in this land whose inhabitants were nowhere and yet everywhere at once. Such mysteries, this race. <br/>
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Sighing, she instead focused on the far wall where a pair of elaborate tapestries hung on the walls, framing a set of stairs spiraling up. What was up there? Or who? <br/>
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Flagdon paused by the table and rapped on the wood. “Fine craftsmanship,” he said, leaning in closer. “Must be something that grows only here.” <br/>
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Allassiel glanced at it before returning her attention to the room. “It's nice. What are we looking for? How are we supposed to know we've found it even?”</b><br/><br/>“<b>One step at a time.” Timberlane reached up to touch a glass figurine resembling a flame. “Interesting. It's warm, yet the room is not. Almost as if a real flame resided inside it.” To prove his point, he held his hand behind it and studied how the light reflected off his palm. “But,” he announced, dropping his arm to his side and turning to stare at the staircase, “we've no time for such pointless trifles. We should continue our search.”</b><br/><br/><b>Together, they headed up the stairs to the next floor, Pegawen and Lotharn leading the way to provide light for the rest to follow. Here, the walls again reflected the light, though thin shafts peeked through from slivers in the wall structure, leaving a crisscross of pattern on floor and furniture alike. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>How lovely,” Pegawen said as she moved aside to let the others in.</b><br/><br/>“<b>There's something about the patterns.” Allassiel pursed her lips and stared, her brow furrowed.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Lass, they're just lights.” Flagdon squeezed between them and strode ahead a couple of steps before stopping and staring himself. “I swear it looks like a map ...”</b>