The room was one that Lottie recalled from a dream. It was larger than any room she had ever been in before. The height of the ceiling alone was obscured by darkness. The door was in the middle of the vast nothingness as the wall stretched miles in either direction. The cold damp pitch blackness swallowed everything as it longed to be filled with its original prisoner.
“What is this place?” Lottie whispered, though quickly discovered there was little point. Her voice echoed in the darkness magnifying in volume letting her know that in this hall there would be no secrets.
“It was my home for the better part of two thousand years.” Fen leaned down talking at a regular volume, “Believe it or not this place got mildly cramped.”
“This is where the gods wouldn’t bother looking.” Tyr smiled,
