The Seal is deserted. It has the feel of a place that’s been empty a long time. Wideopen front entrance, decorated in dark browns and greys that have gotten old and are peeling off. The whole place is dark and the only light filters in through the windows and skylight, wan and watery. A layer of desert dust covers the tops of knights in armour statues. More dust coating the bindings of weapons. Up here near the entrance, there are rows of spider webs and bones littered around the floor. People must have come for it but failed. Uneasiness slides down their spine. She has never spent much time in the Seal room, not even when she was a kid, but this place feels more like a tomb than anything. “Where to?” Ariana asks, and her voice echoes back to her off the high ceiling. His eyes rove over

