As they get
closer, Fiona begins to make out some details. The door is not like
any of the doors they have passed on their journey, bland and white
with a simple handle. The door in front of them is old and wooden,
with patterns carved into it and a huge ornate handle. In short, it
is a door that would be more at home in a medieval castle than at the
end of a bland white corridor.
“I don't
like the look of this,” Fiona tells Strauss, unease coiling in her
stomach.
“Relax,
m'lady,” he replies, “This is where I came in.”
