The thick, dark-stained wooden door in front of Evalynn loomed over her like the portcullis of an Uldian fortress. Were it not for the vile creature residing inside, she would have appreciated the door's intricate curved carvings, but the beauty of the barrier was lost to her in the moment. Instead, she was racking her brain, trying to determine what Edgar might have learned from his faithful servants and what consequences her actions in his absence might have.
Thinking back on the months Edgar had been away, Evalynn had not actually accomplished much. She had learned what little she could about Quinn's past, and she had snooped around the manor to find something incriminating but found nothing. She assumed that was why she had been left to her own devices rather than being confronted by
