Khason
The room we were given was cold and clinical, but surprisingly nice. Beliel made it clear that it was his king’s hospitality and interest in my talents that had earned us the private room. Most rogues were together in a communal living space a few floors down. But evidently Dahms wanted to keep us closer. Smart. Or stupid. Depending on how quickly I could master my powers.
It was clear it was once some sort of office. Two, thin grey windows at the top of the wall were the only indication of the world outside. A rigid looking bed filled the majority of the room, and we were lucky enough to have an ensuite bathroom, although it looked like it belonged in a prison. I supposed that was what this room was.
Ivy sank onto the edge of the bed, looking shaken. Our packs had been deposited
