The Countess leads Grant down a long candle lit hall. You would almost think you were transported back in time. There isn’t a single light switch or evidence of modern technology. Together they walk past intricate tapestries depicting images of historical events or places. Among them is a wedding, a funeral, a peaceful grove, a war, and a witch burning. Grant averts his gaze from the gruesome artwork and focuses on the flowing red dress in front of him that brushes the ornamental rug leading down the hallway.
She stops suddenly and turns to face him. The candlelight makes her eyes glow while casting dark shadows on her face to accentuate her high cheek bones.
“You are sure that you would like to speak with the Oracle?” The Countess smiles. “Of course, she already knows if you do or not
